Kaelen’s POV
"Tell me exactly what she said," I growled, pinning the head chef with a glare that could have melted stone.
The royal kitchens were usually a noisy mess of shouting cooks and clattering pans, but right now, the entire room was dead silent. Every single helper and cook had backed away into the shadows, leaving the head chef standing entirely alone in front of me. The poor man was shaking in his white boots, his hands gripping his apron so hard his hands were turning white.
"Y-Your Majesty," the chef stammered, his teeth really chattering from the sheer weight of my presence. "We prepared the basket exactly as you ordered. The rarest honeyed plums, the finest melons from the high district, all of it. We delivered it straight to the western wing before noon, just like you tol
