Blanca tried to grab it out of his hand. “Your Majesty, let me—”
He held it out of her grasp. “I’m learning how to cook pig. It’s an essential skill, wouldn’t you say?”
She huffed, placing her hands on her hips. Behind her, Leticia giggled.
“Season it, Your Majesty,” Blanca said with a defeated sigh. She thrust a bottle into his hand.
“How much?” he asked, shaking it over the meat.
“That’s good. Now turn it over and do the other side.”