The first tray of pastries arrived moments later. A pair of waiters entered the private booth carrying polished silver stands layered with delicate desserts, and the scent alone filled the room with warm honey and sugar.
Golden pastries glazed with honey syrup gleamed beneath the light, flaky almond croissants were dusted with powdered sugar, and tiny cakes topped with shimmering sugar crystals glowed faintly with enchantment.
There were also delicate pastries filled with cream that smelled of vanilla and wild berries.
The queen clasped her hands together happily. "Oh my."
Nero gasped dramatically inside my head.
[Host…]
Yes?
[I believe we have entered heaven.]
I ignored him and reached for one of the pastries. The moment I bit into it, the outer crust shattered into warm buttery flakes while the sweet honey filling melted across my tongue. I blinked slowly. That was dangerous.
