Stelsa, the girl crafted from the broken leftovers from the Gods, is far from the expectations of a normal lady. Her father, Aaeron Meryls, and her uncles sought to train her in the way of the blade. Many whisper about her origin - is she bastard li...
"His tongue was only the passage TO HIS TRUE THOUGHTS."
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THE SWEET SMELLS OF cakes filled the small connected room to the kitchen, a safe haven for the three teens to work in peace. Stelsa eyed the small, individual cakes baked for each of the twins — Dyana taking her time to decorate each of them specifically. Caspian stood on the other side of the table, a proud grin on his face as he wiped his hands, nowmostpy healed except for the discoloration of scars, on his apron. "You are getting better." Dyana compliments while her eyes stay locked onto the frosting flowers she was constructing for Jaehaera's cake. "Aba's lessons are helping." Her frizzy blond hair was wild in its braid, especially from the heat the kitchen was producing that day.
"I will be the best baker this whole realm has seen, from here to beyond the wall." Caspian proclaimed jokingly, relishing in the soft giggles he was rewarded from both the girls. "Laugh all you please. You will be begging for a discount when all is said and done." His blue eyes drifted from Dyana's masterpiece to Stelsa's... "That is a fate worse than death."
Stelsa looked up at his comment, finding his eyes locked onto the cupcake she was currently smearing frosting on. "It is just frosting." Stelsa snorts, scooping more frosting onto the knife to put on the cupcake.
"You are not going to win his heart with that, give it here." Caspian reached over and stole the knife from Stelsa's hand, pulling the cupcake towards him to fix. Stelsa blinked at the empty space where the cupcake had just been and up at Caspian, a grin curled onto his lips like a cat that just stole a whole chicken for themselves.
"First of all, how did you even know I was making it for him?" Stelsa questioned, watching as Caspian scooped the frosting off the cupcake to start anew. He merely hummed at her question, his expression remaining calm and cool.
"Because you like him." Caspian said like it was a commonly known fact, something that countless scrolls and books had proven. It was far from the truth, so far from the truth that Stelsa was confused on how he thought of that. Aemond was just a friend, nothing more and nothing less.
"How many times must I tell you that I don't?" Stelsa questions, her winter storm eyes narrowing on Caspian who begins to chuckle. A softer giggle echos from the girl to her right making Stelsa turn her glare to her. "You are not helping."
"Sorry." Dyana meekly responded, though she sent Caspian a quick, knowing glance across the table before concentrating back on her work.
"No, you're not." Caspian teased making Dyana grin. Stelsa groaned, fighting the full body eye roll that she wanted to do at that moment.
"You two are horrible." Stelsa decides, turning to reach over and grab her basket full of baked goods.
She closely inspected what she already had, a few pieces of bread, a few cookies, and the cupcakes. It was nothing grand, but it would suffice for Stelsa's plan. "You adore us." Caspian shot back, making the smallest hint of a smile tug at Stelsa's lips.
