Chapter 8 Who are you

Lorenza leaned in closer. "Tip one: If he doesn't come to you, go to him." "Tip two?" Isadora asked. "Entice him, you should make yourself irresistible."

"Tip three: The way to a man's heart is through food." "But I don't know how to cook," Isadora grumbled. "You can learn. It's already dawn, His Highness will be here to pick you.

Please do not hesitate to come and see me, and I won't either," Loren said. "Okay," Isadora said and smiled. Without warning, Devon came, and Isadora couldn't help but feel surprised.

"If you excuse me, I have to take my wife now," Devon said, and with that, he and Isadora went out of the royal court. "How was your visit? Did you like it here?" Devon asked.

"It was wonderful. I learned a whole lot of things today," Isadora replied. "Things like what?" Devon said. Isadora ignored the question and said, "Devon, I have somewhere I want to go," and without hearing his reply, she ran.

Devon couldn't help but feel amazed and just sighed, "I will punish her later," he thought. Isadora ran to the Royal Culinary, and she thought, "How did I get here? I have never been here before, so how...?" But her thoughts were soon interrupted by the servants that greeted her.

"Your Highness, you shouldn't be here," Daisy said. "I want to learn how to cook," Isadora replied. Daisy was surprised, but then her face lit up, and she spoke, "What does Her Highness want to make?" "I want to make His Majesty's best food," and the people in the room were astonished.

Isadora learned that the king's favorite food was porridge. "Your Highness, the king hates it when we prepare his favorite food. We don't know why, but he warned us never to make that dish for him," the chef spoke this time. Isadora turned deaf ear to what he said and began making the porridge.

She didn't know what she was doing; she just listened to their instructions. When the porridge was done, she served the dish and thanked the cooks for their assistance. She then went to look for Devon.

She was looking for Devon and she realized she was lost. She didn't know where she was, and she didn't know how to get out of this situation. She then saw a man walking, and without thinking, she called, "Excuse me, sir, where am I? I am looking for His Highness."

"His Highness is in that room. Follow me," the man replied. As she opened the door, she looked for her husband but did not see him. She turned back to see the man slowly approaching her.

"Where is my husband? I demand to know his whereabouts," Dora said, but instead of answering her, the man just kept on walking towards her. "DEVON, DEVON, where are you?" Isadora shouted as loud as she could.

"Trust me, beautiful, this is a soundproof room. He can't hear you no matter how loud you scream," the man said.

As the man approached her, he stopped and fell, and Isadora found him lying on the floor. Her eyes widened as she saw Devon's cold blue eyes, and he spoke in a loud voice, "How dare you touch my wife? No one touches her except me..."

... Devon, Devon, he heard a voice calling out to him, and without thinking, Devon ran out of the courtroom. As Zarius and Francis noticed this, they ran out with him.

Devon followed where the sound was coming from and was shocked to see himself in the men's dorm. He spotted the voice and opened the door. Apparently, this idiot didn't lock the room. As his eyes spotted his wife, he couldn't help but feel enraged, and the man was lying unconscious.

Before their king would kill this man before interrogation, they took the man out of the room. "Devon," Isadora called out. "What are you doing here in the men's dorm? You should have at least taken a guard with you, but I shouldn't have allowed you to leave my sight,"

Devon said as anger engulfed him. "I was looking for you. I prepared your favorite food for you," Isadora said, almost in tears as her hands trembled. The tray in her hands was shaking. It was only after she said those words that he noticed the tray in her hands, and he couldn't help but feel guilty. His expression softened.

"I am sorry," he said. As Francis and Zarius heard those words as they were walking, they paused and looked at each other. "So he can apologize," they both said simultaneously.

Devon gently placed the tray on the bed in the room and embraced her. "Let me have a taste of what my wife prepared for me," he said. And as he ate a spoon from the porridge, his eyes widened. "This taste, he knew it well but couldn't place a finger on it. It tasted heavenly and was sweet."

Without thinking, he ate it all. Isadora smiled and thought he must like it. Devon thanked her and was about to eat the peanuts that were placed beside it, but before he could place it in his mouth, Isadora slapped it off his fingers.

"Have you forgotten you are allergic to peanuts? Don't eat it. I forgot and placed it there," Isadora said. "I never told anyone I was allergic to peanuts, so how did you know? You knew Lorenza's name without anyone telling you. Now this, your food tastes so familiar. You have the same color hair as her, and I'm sure you aren't her. If I'm not wrong, you know Fiona or maybe you are related to her."

"Tell me where she is?" Devon said as his blue eyes were blazing in anger. He strangled her neck and looked at her like he was going to kill her. Isadora's amber eyes turned blazing red as she felt a sudden control over her.

"You sold her out, you killed her, yet you demand to know where she is." She gave a short, wicked laughter. "Yes, you are right. I know her, but I will never reveal her to you." Her eyes returned to its normal state, and as Devon heard those words, he released her and asked "WHO ARE YOU?"