Eren stood before the kitchenette stove, tossing diced meat and vegetables into a sizzling pan, forced to cook unpaid by two beautiful intruders—guests after surviving an emotional crashout.
To wrap up dinner quickly, he had decided to make a simple food he had learnt from his past life on Earth.
He glanced over his shoulder at the peaceful dining area.
Seraphina remained seated in silence, her red eyes staring blankly. Ever since her crash-out, the tension had completely drained out of her, replaced by a grumping calm.
Aria observed her best friend with a soft, satisfied smile. Sensing that the princess needed a moment alone to get her mind back, the blue-haired villainess gracefully rose from her chair and approached the kitchen.
"What is that heavenly aroma, darling?" Aria asked, resting her slender hip against the wooden counter beside him. "What exotic delicacy is my hardworking fiancé crafting to win my heart tonight?"
"Garlic chicken stir-fry," Eren replied, not missing a beat as he flicked the pan.
Aria tilted her head as she frowned with elegant confusion. "Stir... fry? A bizarre title for a dish, but the fragrance is undeniably tempting." She pulled up her cuffs. "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Can I dice those root vegetables over on the cutting board, my lady?"
"Gladly," Aria smiled, picking up the kitchen knife with effortless composure.
What followed was an absolute cinema, more than average cooking shows.
Aria treated the wooden cutting board like a battlefield. Her golden eyes locked onto the humble carrots and tubers with focus, knife cutting down in a blur of strikes.
Thwack-thwack-thwack.
Each slice fell with terrifying precision, practically treating the vegetables like enemies.
Eren paused his stirring, taking in the spectacle.
Even while ruthlessly executing carrots, she was breathtakingly gorgeous.
The sharp contour of her jawline, the radiant amber of her focused eyes, and the flawless, milky flushed cheeks begged him to bite her soft skin.
His eyes went lower, appreciating the sculpted curve of her hips pressing against the counter, wondering how delightfully she would gasp if he pinned her against the cabinets right in front of the brooding princess.
"I can hear your perverted thoughts, Eren," Aria muttered with a mix of annoyance and tease.
"Can you blame me?" Eren replied with a shameless smirk, tossing a pinch of crushed pepper into the pan. "I didn’t realize the proud daughter of House Reedings had culinary skills."
"A truly capable noblewoman prepares for every possible scenario, my sweet idiot," Aria replied, sliding the diced ingredients neatly into a bowl before turning her head to meet his gaze.
A wicked glint sparked in her eyes.
"One must master every craft in case of emergency...after all, who knows what positions we might find ourselves in tomorrow?"
Eren chuckled, scooping up a steaming glazed chicken with a spoon and blowing gently to cool it down.
"What’s so funny?" Aria asked, drying her hands on a cloth as she tilted her head curiously.
Instead of answering, Eren leaned over and brought the spoon directly to her plump lips. Aria blinked, parting her mouth to accept the offering. The instant the rich, savory chicken hit her tongue, her golden eyes widened, flickering.
"Oh gods... that is unbelievably delicious," she gasped, her hand instinctively coming up to cover her lips as the heat spread across her mouth.
"I was just thinking," Eren whispered with a smirk, setting the spoon aside, "we look like newlyweds couples dividing the household chores."
A sudden flush burst across Aria’s cheeks, eyes widened in flustered surprise.
"S-Shut up, you idiot!" Aria hissed, her face burning as she threw a series of playful punches straight into his chest—though every single strike carried the exact impact of a fluffy pillow.
Yet despite her outward embarrassment, the mental picture of being his lawfully wedded wife sent a treacherous warmth straight through her chest.
Eren stood there laughing, letting her continue her harmless barrage.
Seraphina sat at the table with wrinkles across her forehead, her red eyes blazing.
"Will the two of you stop your shameless mating rituals in front of my face?!" Seraphina snapped, grumping and scowling like an exhausted, overgrown teenager forced to watch her overly affectionate parents flirt daily at the breakfast table.
"God, what a mood killer," Eren muttered under his breath, making the Princess test her patience more.
Chuckling softly, Eren and Aria spread the meal across the dining table.
Seraphina found herself staring down at the unfamiliar, fragrant mountain of glazed chicken, glistening vegetables, and steaming grains sitting before her. Her brow furrowed as she looked across the table at her best friend.
"Aria... what dish is this?" the Crown Princess demanded skeptically.
Aria simply picked up her fork, offering an identical copy of Eren’s signature, carefree shrug with a delightful smile.
"No idea, Sera. The idiot made it. Now eat your dinner before he decides to feed you by hand too."
Seraphina looked at the dark-haired idiot with suspicion before delicately jabbing a chunk of chicken with her fork and taking a small, cautious bite.
Eren noted with smug satisfaction as a faint tremor rippled through the Crown Princess.
The savory and impossibly tender meat practically exploded across her taste buds. Yet with monumental effort, Seraphina forced her jaw to remain rigid, chewing with slow elegance before dabbing the corner of her lips with a napkin.
"It is..." Seraphina muttered stiffly, refusing to meet his teasing gaze. "Acceptable, at best."
"I am overwhelmed by Her Imperial Highness’s review."
Aria let out an amused snort, kicking him under the table with her heel.
Halfway through the meal, Eren noticed the lingering, thoughtful gloom still clouding the princess.
"So, Princess," Eren spoke up, setting his fork down. "Have you reached a conclusion about your desire?"
Seraphina paused, looking up from her plate. The raw vulnerability from earlier was completely gone, replaced by cold resolve.
"I have," Seraphina replied, her voice firm and unwavering. "The question is... are you genuinely prepared to stand by your reckless words, Volsver? Will you assist me regardless of the path I crave for?"
Eren leaned back, offering an assuring smile. "I don’t make promises I can’t deliver on."
A rare smile flickered across Seraphina’s serious face—a genuine spark that made her look breathtakingly radiant under the dim lights.
’Damn,’ Eren mused appreciatively, his eyes catching the flushed curve of her neck. ’The ice princess looks really tempting when she drops her homicidal glare.’
"My team was rather unsettled by your feat," Seraphina continued, regaining her crisp composure. "They are still wondering how someone could punch a thick iron door with bare hands. Are you free this coming Sunday? Will you come to my place?"
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