Duke gently placed the food in her mouth and let her pull it from the fork. "If you will not eat on your own, I will feed you if I have to. Neglecting your body and ignoring my help will only frustrate me. If you wish for that, feel free to continue your behavior."

He said, upset as he cut another piece and was ready to feed her again. Once she finished with the bite he offered her, she pushed away his hand, looking away from him. Richard relief that his plan, to convice to eat,  somehow work placed the fork on her plate. The silence between them got awkward again, he did not know if he ha pushed too far, but one thing for sure was that his dark eyes noticed the rosy color on the princess's pale cheeks.

'Did I overdo it again?'

His stoic voice echoed in his head, lost in his thoughts, looking at the fragile beauty sitting there struggling to speak and eat, yet she would recall the protocols and apologize to him as if he was a king. Richard's face relaxed, for a moment but still had the same serious expression, not letting a single emotion show up.

"I-I-I can fe-feed myself. I-I-It's em-embarrassing to ge-get pro-provided from so-someone..."

 So with her thin hands picked the fish and tried to use her fork to add salad to her plate. It was a difficult task for her. Once she managed to place the food on her plate, she started to eat slowly.

"Very well."

The Duke said, allowing a tiny smile to break his seriousness.

"Eat until you are satisfied and not a moment sooner. Understood?"

His question was a bit strict but not rude. He enjoyed his meal as he placed more food on it. Richard then noticed she was struggling a bit with picking foon.

"Would you like me to help you?" He asked, this time his voice was polite.

"I-I am fi-fine... "

She sharply and persistently answered him, not letting down her defenses. She wanted to manage to use the fork, but it was only natural for her to give up and start to eat with her hands again.

"Very well,"

Richard replied softly and focused on his meal. Again, he would glance at her as she stubbornly struggled with the fork, only to eat with her hands. The young Duke made no comments on the matter. Honestly, he knew that Aravis and that little beast inside her stomach would want to eat this much and maybe more. He smiled proudly at his mission ' Food ' work. The only sounds in the bedroom were the fork, the knife, the glasses, and the moans of the pleasuring food the two were having. The Duke felt satisfied as the food started to slowly disappear from the table, unti both were done with the meal around the same time, and the boat started moving gently. The bells and yells of the crew could be heard above them. The journey back home has begun. Richard felt relieved that they were leaving the land. He looked at the girl.

"That was...nice,"

"Are you finally satisfied?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.