The meal was surprisingly of great quality considering the place the camps were set in. Roast pheasant, gingerbread, cured fish and sweet porridge. And Iona ate it all without a care in the world that she looked absolutely barbaric while devouring it. As for Rolfe—he just watched her with satisfaction that she had it all so lovingly. This was nothing compared to the food in the palace, but he had grown to like it over the past five years he had been forced to live a life of a nomad.
To Iona's sheer embarrassment, she burped after finishing her meal. Her cheeks singed and she thought for a moment as to what would Rolfe think about her, but seeing that he only gave her a sweet smile, she bit her lip. "The food was very delicious."
