Shyla’s P.O.V.
Although, the unexpected duty on the banquet aka party dampened my spirits, I was still happy. The headache of cooking for King was temporarily avoided by this event, it was sufficient for me to be thankful.
After all, we must celebrate small moments to make things bearable in our lives!
However, my short-lived happiness hurt like hell later, the head Butler’s orders regarding the banquet baffled me.
“Special chefs will prepare a grand feast for guests. But you’ll cook the King’s meal.
Ask for the menu and prepare the same dishes.”
Like what the hell?
Professional degree-holder chefs were cooking tons of food, why couldn’t the King eat a plate from it?
What was the reason behind this specific torture? Cursing him inwardly, I sprinkled salt, thyme, and black pepper on
