章 487: Grave Seriousness

"The incident the other evening..." The King began, drawing Rosalind's attention as she gracefully settled into her chair. "I must express my deepest apologies for it. Rumor spread like wildfire that an assassin lurked among us, causing unrest and fear." As he spoke, he signaled to the waiting servants to commence serving the meticulously planned five-course meal. "I trust the Duchess isn't too perturbed by the inconvenience."

Rosalind, her gaze drifting towards the first dish being presented, replied, "I understand that maintaining the safety of the castle and its residents is of paramount importance." The delicacy presented before her was named the Ethereal Puff of Crimson Dragonfruit.

A delicate puff pastry, it was filled with an exotic and tantalizingly sweet Crimson Dragonfruit, and was accompanied by a hint of the elusive Silvermoss cream. This cream was said to be harvested only under the beguiling glow of the Whispering Forest's luminescent moon.