Gyeongju felt dizzy from the warmth and the scent of food inside the study. What a blissful hell. Unconsciously licking her lips, she closed the door and stood before it. Saxon sliced into a beef pie glistening with savory juices. A glass of fine wine and thick, white bread accompanied it in the very picture of luxury. The bread, fresh from the oven and still steaming, was a delicacy that commoners could only dream of. Gyeongju found herself swallowing restlessly.