The Vote Against Leon
The meal had been finished in a contented fog of amusement and fine food. Now, Leon and his wives gathered around the long, elegantly set table, cups of herbal tea cradled in their hands, the air still filled with the pungent spices of the meal.
Leon leaned back in his chair, his voice low and contented. "Tonight's dinner was fantastic."
"Mmm," Rias added, tucking a fiery strand of hair behind her ear. "And the saffron stew especially. I could eat that nightly."
"I'm still dreaming of that honey-glazed venison," Cynthia murmured, licking at her lips. "Tender as could be."
Kyra nodded, her silver eyes shining. "And the roasted vegetables? Those had that burny edge… delicious."
Syra smiled with mischief. "I swear, I almost didn't chew. I was just too busy moaning."
Everyone laughed, even Mia, who just nodded gently with a soft smile, her golden-amber eyes aglow in the candlelight. "It really was… delicious."
