884 Letters From Ashland

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Elsewhere in the capital city of Verona, Prince Liam and Rowena returned to their inn and we're having a meal in the restaurant.

"Harlow, what do you want to eat?" Prince Liam asked.

"Ah, I'm fine with anything." Rowena smiled.

Prince Liam smiled back nervously and didn't know what to order for himself. If he was back at the palace, the food would have already been chosen for him.

However, since he was pretending to be this 'Julian' guy, then he needed to act like a commoner did.

What did they even eat? Barley? Fried oats?

"What's the matter, Julian?" Rowena asked. "Are you having trouble choosing what to eat? Do you want to order everything from the menu?"

Prince Liam's eyes widened. He didn't think they could afford that much. What kind of livelihood did these people do?

However, the thought of eating every available dish also made him feel sick.