If the kitchen felt suffocating before, today it felt like a coffin.
My knife stopped chopping mid-air as soon as I sensed a disturbance…there were no sound, no warning, it was just… presence. I felt a heavy, cold pressure that made the tiny hairs on my arms rise.
I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.
Prince Arthur.
He moved like a shadow…though quiet but impossible to ignore.
The entire kitchen snapped upright, and everyone was terrified and shocked as to why he was here. A pot nearly toppled from someone’s shaking hands. Someone dropped a spoon. Someone else simply froze in prayer.
Meanwhile, I forced myself to keep chopping vegetables, trying to pretend I wasn’t about to faint.
He was here.
But Why?
Was he bored or something? Was he suspicious of me? Or is he feelin
