Daniel’s POV
That night, I couldn't sleep a wink thinking they might just break into my room even with the guards around. Is he one of Arthur's opponents or the trafficker? I stood still in the kitchen as I kept on thinking.
But then I noticed something was wrong the moment the kitchen went quiet.
The palace kitchen was never silent. There was always the sound of knives chopping, pots boiling, cooks shouting, and fire crackling. But that afternoon, as I stirred the large pot of broth, the noise slowly faded.
I looked up and the other kitchen staff were gone.
My hands froze around the wooden spoon.
“Where is everyone?” I whispered.
A cold feeling slid down my spine.
I stepped away from the stove carefully. The air felt heavy. Even the smoke from the fire seemed too still.
Then I he
