"Tell me about the emperor! Is he eccentric and has a hobby of giving random decrees?"
Everly asked, her voice slightly muffled by the sheer volume of braised pork she was enthusiastically shoveling into her face.
Now officially a 'Noble Consort,' she and Maria had been relocated from their sardine-can-sized outer courtyard to a sprawling, ridiculously opulent inner palace residence. It had a real pond, a gazebo, and everything.
But Everly, a woman of simple, carnal needs, had only eyes for the banquet spread before her.
The best part? She could order ten plates. Ten! And she'd made Maria, her long-suffering maid, pull up a chair and eat with her. So there they were, two women in a palace of political intrigue, engaged in a sacred, gluttonous ritual.
