The Commander In Love?

"You said to collect fruits to make a fruit tart. Are we making that ourselves?"

Crown Prince Arin tilted his head to Iria who was on his right when he heard her question. Did that still bother her? The thought of it made his lips curved into an amusing smile.

"Shouldn't you make it?"

Iria Alewine blinked and narrowed her eyes at the strawberries in the basket. "But I don't know how to bake, let alone cook."

The Crown Prince chuckled at her response. "I'm just joking. I know that you won't have such a skill."

"Are you saying you have?" the Commander asked as she gave the Crown Prince a doubtful glance once more.

"My late mother was a baker," Arin replied. "Though she was from a family of farmers, she loved to bake and she used to work for the baker who used to supply cakes for the royal family on special occasions. That's how she met my father."

"I see," Iria muttered. "She taught you how to bake?"