Becoming the Crown Prince’s personal chef should have felt like an honor to me.
Instead… it felt like a noose tightening slowly around my neck, while choking me.
I had thought I could be employed as an ordinary chef just assisting with the preparation of the royal meals for the royal household without being noticed and become invisible to others until I can find my way back to my own world and life…”Not like this.” I muttered to myself.
On my first official day, after filling my stomach with enough food, a maiden led me through an endless maze of polished stone hallways until we reached the staff quarters. The palace was enormous… that is, too enormous. Every footstep echoed, every whisper lingered, and every passing guard felt like an executioner waiting to catch me slipping.
“This wi
