Chapter 39: Brevians

Prince Justus tied an apron loosely around his waist and washed his hands in the wooden bowl on a stand by the door while Livia watched in amazement.

"I heard you let the cook have the day off so I decided to make myself useful to you," he said nonchalantly, looking anywhere but at her.

Livia blinked, a laugh bubbling its way out her mouth. She suppressed the laugh, instead letting out a smile.

"That is thoughtful of you, your honor. You can help with the carrots," she said.

She watched him as she seasoned the sauce. He clumsily but carefully diced the vegetables. He surprisingly knew how to handle the knife.

Prince Julian walked in on them working in silence. His brows raised, he stared at Justus for a moment then shrugged.

He cleared his throat and the couple jumped.

"Do you not have a voice?" Justus snapped with irritation, hiding the cut on his finger.

"You must have been so engrossed in your work for I have a presence that is impossible to ignore."

Justus rolled his eyes.