Drabble:63
POV:Third Person
Lissa had eaten at many, many high-end restaurants. Five-stars, specialty cuisines, exotic locations…you name it…and she'd done it. From chocolate-covered grasshoppers and kangaroo steaks to the softest and most mouth-watering gateau opera (well she was the Queen, she couldn't be seen drooling in public, but Rose had no such qualms, so yes absolutely mouth-watering) and the flakiest baklavas, she'd tasted them all. A lot of it was because her parents had been great travelers and usually took Andre and her along to exotic locations, and then Christian was an experimental cook (cactus soufflé, anyone?) and needless to say, her duties as Queen entailed travelling across the world and immersing in different cultures and eating their delicacies.
And not only that, sometimes Rose and Dimitri took her and Christian along to little pubs, taverns and quaint hole-in-the-wall restaurants too, whenever they were travelling, to eat the best and most original fast-food.
So, it might be prudent to assume that Lissa had ate possibly the best and worst of what the world had to offer. But if you asked her to recount her favorite food-related event, she probably couldn't….well, not until now.
Sitting here, in the rustic home of her best friend's boyfriend's family, sharing a loaf of black bread with butter with Christian over coffee, and watching Rose and Dimitri pig out on food (much to the amusement of everyone present), Lissa knew she had never tasted anything better. And that she'd treasure this moment forever. For once, there was no troubles and she wasn't bound by her duties, here she was being treated as almost family ("We know how hard it is for Dimka to get friends, so we do our best to help him, and not make them run away from him. God only knows how he scored Roza, I mean have you….", Dimitri's youngest sister, Viktoria, had joked and rambled on) and being mothered by Olena….here she felt like her own self again, a fact that made Olena's mouthwatering and thoroughly appetizing food taste all that better. And Lissa was at peace, and happy….and needless to say, tension-free. For the first time in years, she was thoroughly enjoying herself, and not because she felt she should be happy, but because she genuinely was.
As if the same realization had hit her, Rose raised her head from her plate (her cheeks stuffed with either the doughnuts or one of the many pastries on her plate), chocolate syrup staining the corner of her mouth, and looked directly at Lissa. Holding her eyes for a second, Rose beamed at her and then, again went back to the love of her life. Not Dimitri, food. Well, perhaps food did come in second to Dimitri now...but if the amused shaking of Dimitri's head was any indicator, maybe no. Lissa laughed happily and ignoring Christian's half-quizzical-half-amused look, brought up her coffee-cup to her mouth. Luke-warm black coffee with one spoon of sugar, just the way she loved it.
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PS- Is Sonya Belikova younger than Dimitri or older? Can someone please tell me, because I'm really confused about it?