who: sirius [ @ofcrownsandwar ]
rhydian amboise came to argonia, not to compete in the colosseum though one might assume someone of his stature would, but to see what interesting herbs and spices he might be able to take back home. the time for war is over and, as difficult as it is to let it stay in the past, the heir to the amboise sweets needs something new to focus his attentions on.
in argonia, that can be sweets and men.
and perhaps the crowned prince.
with a cinnamon, bergamot, and chocolate mixture made into a sweet, flat bread, he tears off a piece and offers it to the prince. "be honest with me, sirius." he addresses him informally, not caring since they've been friends since well before the war. "is this better than something i could make?" he's a bit hesitant with the mixture of spices but he can't say he dislikes it.
which is a shame.
"i have a new market i can tap into now. i can increase my families wealth. but not if they already have these delicious monstrosities to compete with me." he waits for the prince to take a bite, scowling, arms now folded over his large, well sculpted chest, awaiting the prince's critiques.