[100 Words is a story in 100 words or less, based off the word in the title.]
It was sweet, so sweet it almost made Hect wince as he swallowed the first mouthful.
It was the taste of victory.
“You did well, my son,” Ophe said, as she placed the ceremonial spoon back in the jar of honey, “you have won us a great victory today.”
“Thank you, Mother,” Hect replied, bowing his head respectively. He could still feel the honey sliding down his throat.
He was blessed today, by the Gods, for his victory. Now it was time to enjoy the spoils of war.