The Tyrant’s Last Doll

There were glasses of liquid that was definitely not juice on the table, and I could see servants walking around holding silver trays with glasses that also seemed to be filled with alcohol.
Raven’s worries seemed to be understandable.

“Here you are.” The emperor handed me a plate and, as if he was a mother bird taking care of offspring, carefully started placing food upon the dish in my hands.
I couldn’t help but laugh a little, as I also happily placed food on the white plate.

“Try this as well,” the emperor said as he continued to pile food on my plate.

When I tried to skip the dessert section, the emperor insisted on placing a few sweets on my plate as well.
However, in this body, I couldn’t seem to handle sweet food.
It was likely because, here, I had not been exposed to sweet snacks at an early age.
If this had been my past life, I wouldn’t have cared and stuffed a handful of chocolate into my mouth.

“Sweet things don’t sit well with me,” I informed him.

With a disappointed expression, the emperor slowly put down the chocolate.
At the same time, his hand hesitated as it went towards the fruit plates.

“I heard you finished all of the fruit I sent you.
Will these be all right?” He began trying to put the entire platter of fruit skewers on my plate, so I quickly stopped him.

“One is enough! I’m wearing a corset right now, so I can’t eat much.”

“Really? That’s not good.
Then you should take off your corset.” The emperor realized what he had just said and coughed to cover his error, avoiding my eyes.

“What I mean,” he continued awkwardly, “is if you don’t finish it all right now, I can have whatever is left sent to on your room.
You can eat the rest, whenever you feel like, there.”

“If you insist,” I answered, then decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
“Then I think you should eat this.”

I placed some chocolate and candy, as well as three open sandwiches, on the emperor’s plate.
He seemed a bit uncomfortable and gave me a glare.
I could sense that he wanted me to stop, so I looked him in the face and smirked.
“You didn’t have dinner, right?”

I placed one more open sandwich on his plate, then giggled as the emperor turned away blushing.
The fact that he was embarrassed made me happy, so I placed another cake on his plate.

“Don’t leave any leftovers!” I said jokingly.