After we washed our hands in a bowl of water, I looked at the myriad of dishes and fruit that I couldn't recognize. The delicious smell of cooked river fish and roasted goat meat with steamed rice made my stomach growl.
The fair princess moved over to my side, and with her delicate hand, she picked a small ball of rice and held it to my lips. It wasn't my intention, but it reminded me of Kesar. They both loved me with all their hearts. My feelings with Amarisa were always a sweet longing tenderness I could barely stand. With Kesar, there was always a strong hint of lust and pity mixed like poison in my veins.
Did Kama use his wicked arrows on us all? How could I recover from this madness when I was struck unknowingly?
I had to shove the thought to the back of my mind. With a smile, I opened my mouth and nibbled the rice off Amarisa's hand.