Page 38 of Enchanted Kingdom
I rolled my eyes. “Give them five minutes to cool. Then you both may have one.”
Five minutes later, I gently lifted one and passed it to the baker, and gave one to Owen as well.
Owen took a bite and immediately groaned. “Are these cinnamon?”
“You put cinnamon in a dinner roll?” The baker asked in shock as she took a bite.
“I did,” I responded. For a moment I wondered if I should have taken a bite of one also, just to make sure they turned out right, but Owen’s hand reaching out for another was sign enough they were good.
“These are good,” the baker finally admitted, sounding surprised and disappointed both somehow. “Possibly better than good.”
I laughed. “Not bad for an idiot in a gown, huh?”
She winced. “Not bad at all. May I take a few of these with me tonight?”
I nodded, so she reached over for two more before leaving, her own bread having been out of the oven for the past hour.
Owen was already on his third roll.
“We can leave soon if you’d like. Just let me clean up,” I told him.
“You could leave it, I’m sure it’s fine,” he said from around the roll.
I just stared at him.
“What?”
I gave my head a shake while I took the small bowl to the sink. “You obviously know nothing about bakers. You do not leave your space messy. Ever.”
He saluted me. “Yes, ma’am. Whatever you say. Just feed me.”
We chatted while we let the rolls cool. It turned out Owen had two younger sisters. He had been through training with both princes, so was probably their age also, and was quite the swordsman, which explained the muscles.
“Jorah,” Owen began. “If I use some magic, not at you, will you be okay?”
My head snapped up from the soapy water I had just prepared. “What? Why?”
With a flick of his fingers, green magic flew at the bowl and pans still on the counter. I winced wondering if he was going to break them, but instead his magic wrapped around the dishes and slid them over closer to me, so I barely even had to reach for them. It had been so fast I didn’t even have time to panic either. It was actually kind of... helpful?
“Uh, thanks?” I offered. “Wasn’t that a wasteful use of your magic?”
He gave me a shrug. “The king would say so, but I need to use my magic every few hours. Kind of like needing to stretch my legs if I sit for too long.”
I smirked. “Well, if you wanted to help me clean up, you could have just physically stretched your legs and actually walked over here.”
He gave me a guilty shrug.
Once I finished cleaning up the dishes, sans any more magic, I felt content and tired now that I had done something with my hands. I threw the dishtowel I had been drying the counter off with over my shoulder. “I think I might actually sleep well tonight,” I told Owen.
“Me too!” he agreed.
I giggled. “That’s because it’s late and your stomach is full of rolls right now.”
We heard a noise and then footsteps. Much to my surprise, in walked both Prince Krewan and Prince Keiran. They looked as if they had been running or doing some sort of physical activity, their dark hair both damp. But it was their skin that startled me most. It was almost glowing.
“Jorah,” Prince Keiran grinned. “What are you doing down here?”
Owen picked up a roll and gestured. “She made these. You gotta try one.”
