Page 53 of The White King's Favorite

“Oh gosh, I know they are good, but seriously, I don’t think Krai will be able to carry us back if we keep eating those every day...” whispered Tessa.

“M-maybe Sabael likes fuller g-girls,” chuckled Cessilia.

Tessa paused for a second, and when Nana put the basket down in front of them, she put on a large smile and grabbed one in each hand.

“Thanks, Nana,” she said.

Next to her, Cessilia was trying hard not to laugh, but she grabbed a beignet too and threw another one to Krai, who was also a big fan of Nana’s family’s recipe.

“Good morning, Sir Dragon!” exclaimed Nana, waving at Krai, visibly very comfortable with the Black Dragon already. “Is it alright if he eats beignets too?”

“Nana, we were not kidding when we said he can eat humans. Dragons can eat pretty much anything. Trust me, the only thing he risks with your beignets is a serious butter addiction.”

“...He won’t eat me, right?” asked Nana, grimacing a bit.

“Just throw it!”

Cessilia chuckled, seeing Nana awkwardly throw some of her delicious beignets at the happy dragon. Indeed, there might be a real need for the north village to start selling beignets when the dragon returned...

“Do you want to go downtown again today?” asked Nana. “I thought about it, we probably won’t have any risks of bad encounters like yesterday, most of the candidates are entering the castle today!”

“...I want t-to explore the c-castle t-today,” said Cessilia.

Nana’s smile disappeared, and she now looked a bit worried instead.

“Are you sure? I mean, I would be happy to show you around, but there will definitely be some candidates we might run into... I don’t mean to say they are all bad! But, uh... some might not be very friendly.”

“That’s fine,” scoffed Tessa. “I’ll just bring my swords.”

“T-Tessa, no swords.”

Her cousin turned to her, lowering her hand that was about to reach for another beignet.

“Seriously? Cessi, there won’t be any shop owners this time. If that bitch talks to us like that again, I want something to slice her damn tongue with!”

“I hope it won’t get that bad...” muttered Nana.

“It will b-be fine,” chuckled Cessilia. “There’s no need t-to scare th-them.”

“...Oh, do you think our beignet-addicted dragon is too subtle?” scoffed Tessa.

“D-don’t t-take your swords,” insisted Cessi. “D-didn’t Auntie t-teach us we c-can win fights without a b-blade?”

“...I guess we’re not talking about the auntie who brings a new sword every day to morning court?”

Cessilia chuckled, grabbing her cup again and putting her feet back on her chair.

“D-didn’t you say it t-too, earlier? We have m-more weapons t-to show.”

After finishing their breakfast, Cessilia and Tessa began getting dressed, and for some reason, it felt like the green-eyed Princess was picking a prettier dress than the previous day, but her cousin didn’t ask about it. Meanwhile, Nana happily dove through their belongings, with their permission.

“What is this?” she asked, pulling out one of their coats. “That white fur is so pretty!”

“Snow leopard fur,” said Tessa. “Only Cessi’s family can hunt them, they are one of the most dangerous animals in our Empire, after the dragons, of course. We’ve got tons of coats like this one, you can take one if you’d like.”

“Oh my god, you have snow? Real snow? I’ve never seen snow!”

“We will t-take you t-to see it someday if you want,” smiled Cessilia, busy combing her hair.

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