I had finished preparing the prince's meal hoping that he would like and enjoy this meal too because every second I stay in this palace will depend on how well he enjoys eating the meals I prepared for him.
I motioned for the servants to take his meal to him of which they did, while I think of the next meal to prepare as I cleaned up my cooking utensils. The next minute, I found myself following the servants that had served his meal down the corridor with trembling legs, clutching my apron as if it were the only thing keeping me from collapsing. I could hear my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.
“Why did he ask for me?”
“Why did the Crown Prince….the Crown Prince…demand my presence after tasting my meal?” I asked the servants but no reply came from them as they were also trembling with m
