Unfortunately, King Garrick learned the truth the hard way.
Who would have thought that the itty bitty thing called a mango would be too weak?
He barely even touched it.
It was a disaster, really. And if the orc delegation had not deliberately chosen to stay at the very back due to their towering heights, then everyone in the kitchen would have witnessed the tragic fate of that poor, sweet fruit.
King Garrick stared down at the remains on his chopping board. Well, it could have been worse. The entire island counter could have been destroyed, but still…
What had once been a mango now resembled a flattened confession of guilt.
Absolutely nothing like Luca's thin, elegant slices.
Beside him, his aide froze mid-breath. His eyes flicked from the king's knife to the mango. Then to the board. Then back to the knife.
Silence stretched.
Then, very carefully, the aide spoke.
