I wander around for longer than I should, with no clue how to get to where I want to be. This was not included in the tour, and I doubt it would be allowed now. Someday, I’ll have Hazel show me the service areas, too.
Hazel, can you help me get to the kitchen? I can’t find it. I can’t even smell it.
She sounds concerned but agrees to come straight to me. I truly hate to drag her into it, but I don’t want my mate to know what I’m doing, and I have no one else to ask who would actually take me there.
“What is it that you need, ma’am?” Hazel asks as she approaches me. “I can get that for you.”
I shake my head. “I’d like to speak with the chef. I need to go there.”
She sighs nervously. “The queen would not approve.”
“The queen doesn’t need to know,” I smile. “Actually, it rea
