The door blinks red and I press the remote to slide open the door to see Eve standing in the doorway with a large tray. As soon as my eyes catch her face, a sudden sense of resentment and deception waves through me, making my stomach churn with bitterness.
Olivia, the maid, stands behind Eve with a tray.
"Come in," I command them with my back on the sofa.
They enter the room and place the food on the table. They bow standing with an empty tray each.
"Olivia, you can leave. I need to talk with my assistant," I tell her
"As you command, Your Majesty," she says with a bow and leaves the room.
I look at the roasted and marinated elk meats. A week at the lodge in the east mainly built for the royal family made me miss the food my cook prepares for me. Aunt Helen was my cook
