[if francel had a tail, it would no doubt be thumping the edge of his seat. he takes up his fork and sits poised to bite into his cake, eager greed written all over his expression — but his greed, it seems, is not for the cake, but for zephirin's reaction to it. francel's eyes are fixed upon zephirin's handsome face; he is waiting for the knight to take a bite.
there are some hunting-dogs that are trained to do this — to eat only once their masters do.]
It looks delicious, does it not? I would hang a portrait of this cake in my room...
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there are some hunting-dogs that are trained to do this — to eat only once their masters do.]
It looks delicious, does it not? I would hang a portrait of this cake in my room...