When he saw the dishes laid across the table, Aether immediately knew his wives had done their absolute best. Every plate, every bowl, carried signs of care, effort, and devotion poured into it just for him.
Even if the results looked questionable, even if common sense screamed danger, he still accepted them. After all, everyone here had cooked with love, and that alone made it impossible for him to refuse.
Some of the food tasted surprisingly good, rich and warm, while others had the texture and flavour of raw meat. Yet he still ate everything placed before him, forcing each bite down with grim resolve because… at the very least, the dishes were fucking edible!!
Until...
"Is it good, Aether?" Delphine asked, her voice soft and hopeful. A lovely smile rested on her lips as she watched him eat, her eyes shining with anticipation and nervous pride.
"Hmm… hmm…" Aether nodded repeatedly, forcing a gentle smile that trembled at the edges, threatening to collapse into pure horror.
