Her Graceful War Song by Summer's Blaze

When the freshly-cooked ravioli was served, the aroma wafted through the air.

"Thank you for letting me go first, Mr. Prince. Next time you come to my shop for coffee beans, I'll be sure to give you a discount," Ava said with a smile.

Caspian regarded her with curiosity. "How much of a discount?"

Ava blinked playfully, her eyes sparkling. "How much of a discount would you like, Mr. Prince?"

With her sweet appearance and a hint of innocent charm, she resembled a beautiful flower in full bloom. Even the most steadfast gentleman might feel his heart flutter at such a sight. However, Caspian seemed oblivious to her beauty and was instead focused on the matter at hand. "You should give me the same as whatever you give Lord Snyder," he said.

Ava giggled, her eyes twinkling. "That won't do! Since you were kind enough to let me have the ravioli first, I must repay you properly. How about this-if you come in person and buy a pound, I'll throw in half a pound for free?" "It's a deal," Caspian replied excitedly.

"You got it!"

Ava smiled at him in a calm and composed demeanor, exuding a quiet beauty that was both refreshing and captivating. But Caspian shifted his gaze away from her and landed on Harold, who was moving at a painfully slow pace. After a moment, Caspian turned back to Ava and asked, "Didn't you say you were hungry? Why aren't you eating?"

Ava tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, revealing a pair of ruby-red earrings that accentuated her shimmering gaze. "Seeing you made me so happy that I momentarily forgot I was hungry."

Caspian chuckled softly but inwardly thought, 'If you weren't hungry, you should have said so earlier. Now, I've wasted all this time by letting you go first!'

ravioli, her delicate lips parting as she took a delicate bite. The small ravioli were tender and

frowned slightly as he watched. Harold's ravioli were thin-skinned and filled with fresh ingredients. They were small enough that Luna

have been eager to gulp down

first. Caspian couldn't help but feel her character was a bit questionable. Even if

set on attracting business with that buy one pound, get half a pound free offer, but who knew what kind of goods that half-pound would be? If it turned out to be old and moldy coffee grounds that had just been unsold for a long time, he would be asking for

came to buy ravioli, so she had made a point to come by recently to establish a rapport with Harold.

ready, Mr. Prince," Harold

stood and handed over some silver

his hand. "That's too much!

not too much. It's just

smiled helplessly and

leaving now. I'll

said as he took the ravioli. Then, he politely addressed Celeste as well,

up with a smile on her lips. The steam rising from the ravioli

Don't forget to

as he climbed into the carriage

on Celeste's face vanished. She set down her cutlery and coldly said,

glanced at her bowl and noted she had hardly