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“Pancakes?”

“Anything as long as it doesn’t have cheese.” He looks at me funny. “I can’t handle the smell of it, made me sick yesterday”

“Nothing with cheese,” he says, pulling me toward the kitchen. The lights are off, but Silas finds the lights and seems to actually know his way around the kitchen considering I haven’t seen him in here before. Silas shows me how to make the batter, and we make enough to feed the castle. We put them in the bain-marie as we cook them.

“So, who taught you how to cook?” I ask, curious that a king has ever had to cook.

“A Fae actually,” he says, and he laughs at my shock.

“When?”

“Before the war, she was a stern woman. She liked this kingdom and asked to work here. She had a mate that worked here.”

“You know her granddaughter,” he says, shocking me.

“Who?” I only knew Marian other than the new Fae we discovered who are younger.

“Marian, her grandmother was lovely, that’s why I kept Marian around. She reminds me of her.”

“Does Marian know?” Silas nods. Well, that explains why he tolerates her better than most.

“Then why is she scared of you guys; she wouldn’t even look up at you, when I first came here.”

“Because she follows orders and no eye contact was one of them, but now things have changed. I actually like seeing the castle happy, our people happy. My second biggest regret is ruining what my father built. He was a hard man and didn’t approve of my mates, but he was a good father and great king. I ruined what he built.”

“Marian knew my grandmother, she helped deliver me,” I tell him. Now, it’s Silas’s turn to look shocked.

“Huh, small world”, he says. I agree, how strange we are all connected in some way without knowing it.

“So, what’s your biggest regret then?” I ask curious if that was his second biggest, I was expecting him to say the war and killing Blaire.

“What I have done to you,” he says looking at me before looking back at the pancakes.

“I was actually expecting you to say the war,” I tell him, shocked. He shakes his head.

“I regret that, but without it, I never would have found you,” he says.

Our conversation cuts off when cooks walk in. They stop at the door, shock evident on their faces at seeing Silas standing over the hot stove flipping pancakes while I cook bacon and fried a heap of tomatoes.

No one looks more shocked than Marian as she steps in, her mouth almost hitting the floor.

“Did you shit the bed or something?” she asks, shaking her head. Silas laughs a throaty laugh, shaking his head. The cooks step in, nervously wondering what to do.

We finish cooking, turning everything off. “Help yourselves there is plenty here,” Silas says pointing to the stove top.

“You made everyone breakfast?” Marian asks. “What’s the catch, why are you in a good mood?” she questions.

Silas’s lips turn up, “I can be nice Marian, I’m not a complete jerk,” he says, and she scoffs muttering something. Silas obviously heard because he chuckled at whatever she said.

I grab the platter we made for Matitus and Dragus. Silas follows me upstairs.