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Delia's POV
"Knock, knock!"
I heard two knocks on the carriage door. Before I could even respond or grant permission for the person to come in, the door swung open.
Prince Kral stood before me, holding a plate in his hands. The aromas wafting from the freshly prepared dishes were enticing and delightful. Although I hadn't felt hungry initially, the scent of the food caused my stomach to betray me with a quiet rumble.
Feeling a tad embarrassed, I quickly took my hand to my stomach, attempting to muffle the sound. But it was too late. Prince Kral had already caught wind of my stomach's protest. I saw a subtle curve at the corner of his lips, and a playful glint in his eyes. This only deepened my embarrassment, and I could feel my cheeks burning.
"Delia, I suppose you must be hungry
