Chapter 20 The Stockpot Rebellion

• The prince's restaurant was still standing.
• I could see it from the kitchen window, its gilded sign catching the pale morning light. The Golden Plate. It had been weeks since Prince Aldric had eaten at our inn and declared he would rather be a customer than a rival, but he hadn't closed the place. Instead, he had doubled down, hiring more staff and lowering prices until even the villagers who had never tasted fine dining were tempted to try it.
• "Stubborn fool," Kaelen muttered from behind me. He had come in with an armload of firewood, his crutch propped against the wall. "He's bleeding coin over there. No one can compete with free wine and roasted swan forever."