A sweet treat

"A drink and something to eat would be nice." You say gingerly to the massive wolf opposite of you who smiles in response. "As you wish" he says as he hands you the glass of champagne before reaching back into the cabinet and pulling out a small parcel wrapped in paper and setting it on the table in the middle of the cabin. He pulled the bit of twine wrapped around it to untie it, revealing some small, immaculately crafted, hand-cakes, seemingly prepared specifically for this trip. They look like the kind you eat during the harvest festival, albeit with much fancier designs of the royal crest molded into the egg-washed crust.

"Please, help yourself." The wolf says gently.

You nod and pick one of the cakes up and admire, it's so much bigger than the ones you find at the harvest festival. You bring it to your mouth and take a bite. Your eyes go wide. It's amazing, the crust is so soft and chewy and on the inside is sweet and creamy pumpkin filling. You've had plenty of pumpkin hand-cakes before but these were in a different league entirely. Wait, were these made with the pumpkins you grew? Before you know what you're doing you scarf down the entire cake, getting crumbs all over your shirt, and wash it down with the champagne which is tart and dry. It was all so good. You snap back to reality and look back at the noble red wolf looking down at you. Your cheeks go flush feeling ashamed of your loss of manners in the presence of nobility but he just chuckles a bit.

"His majesty had the same reaction last night." He snickers as he pours a drink for himself and sips it. In spite of his immense size, he's surprisingly dignified. "Ah, but I should introduce myself first. I am Sir Lupin Cannes, royal herald and loyal servant of his majesty King Porter II." He says as he extends a large paw out for a hand shake. You swallow your food and take his paw to shake, your hand looking so tiny in comparison.

"______ ______... Peasant farmer... It's nice to meet you." you reply awkwardly.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance." He responds with confidence and nobility. You couldn't help but drink in his sheer size as he took another sip of his champagne. He was so big, yet he was only a herald -- a simple servant of the King. You can't even imagine how big the King himself must be in person. Sure, you've heard stories of his massiveness but very few people outside of the castle have been able to see for themselves. For very obvious reasons King Porter never left the castle, as the amount of effort it would take to move his impossible girth would take the combined efforts of the strongest creatures in the kingdom or the largest transportation circle known to man.

"So, Sir Cannes-"

"No need to be so formal with me, please, call me Lupin."

"So... Lupin, what is the King like?"

Lupin's ears perk up at your question "Ah, his Majesty is such a joyful soul! It is an absolute dream to serve under him. His conviviality is only matched by his generosity... and his appetite! When in his presence it's nigh impossible not to get wrapped up in his indulgence." He says reverently "Not to mention his divine size. Seeing all that quivering royal adipose before you, getting to feel it..." his breathing gets heavy "It's quite awe inspiring." He huffs as he tugs a bit at his collar, making his blubbery chins wobble a bit, and draws a handkerchief from his breast pocket to gently dab the sweat from his forehead.

"He sounds quite amazing."

"Oh yes, his Majesty is truly magnificent."

Your trip continues on with some light conversation as you work your way through the rest of the cakes before you and put down a couple extra glasses of Champagne as the carriage takes you from the outskirts into the city and through the gates of the fortified walls of Castle Tallowford where the carriage comes to a halt in front of the colossal doors to the castle.

"Here we are, are you ready to meet the King?"