'What do you fancy, your majesty?'
The dinner time queue had formed for the residents of St Patrick's ward and the serving woman on the other side of the hot food counter smiled cheerfully at him. Beside her, another middle-aged woman gave a chuckle.
'Well, this is another splendid repast. My congratulations to the chef. If I might trouble you for a plate…
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