Elizabeth gracefully sliced a piece of the perfectly roasted venison with a small knife and placed it in her mouth to savor.
The meat was crisp on the outside and tender within. The spice blend was layered and distinct—first came the faint notes of rosemary and thyme, followed by a perfectly judged hint of spice, and finally, a sweet aftertaste reminiscent of a fruitwood she had never encountered before.
A look of genuine surprise flashed in her bright, dark eyes.
Putting down her knife, Elizabeth looked at Murphy, who was cutting meat for Eleanor. Her voice was filled with undisguised admiration. "Lord Melfield, this flavor... it's simply astounding. The Royal Family has many chefs who are masters of the roast, but none can concoct such a unique and exquisite blend of spices, let alone demonstrate such precise control over the heat."
