Chapter 78

Prince Ron walked out of the bathroom wearing fluffy white night robes. They were light and comfortable. His russet curls were damp, slightly sticking to his forehead and nape. He smelled like roses and the servants wheeling in the trays of food were mesmerised by his dainty appearance.

"Oh, am I having dinner in here?" he asked, pleasantly surprised. He gazed at the different variety of foods on each tray and his mouth watered. There were different kinds of meat. Grilled, boiled, roasted, and stewed with sides of vegetables and fish. There were also fruits and rice with things that looked like flatbread or they could be pancakes. He wasn't sure but everything looked delicious. There wasn't a kind of food in the world Prince Ron didn't love. Except if it tastes bitter but which food does? 

"Yes, Your Highness." The head servant, an elderly man answered with a bow. "The Queen Mother said that you have not yet recovered from your injuries and you asserted yourself by