how to write high fantasy

pervocracy:

They dined at the castle that night, feasting upon fresh-caught river trout, cooked to crackly perfection over open flames, and served with lemon from the gardens.  There was roasted boar as well, from a mighty beast the hunters had slain, the huge chops basted in their own glistening fat.  They drank sweet summerwine, staining their lips red, and making their songs more merry as the night drew on.  And then the servants brought out platters of berries and cream and cakes, each one sweeter and more succulent than the last.

Also someone murdered the king or whatever.

For breakfast they had platters piled high with crisp bacon…