Tiara’s POV
I was making several trips to the kitchen and back.
The kitchen was warm, filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and roasting meat. The clatter of pots and pans mixed with the murmured voices of the servants, all too busy with their tasks to pay attention to me. They didn't know the inner turmoil I was battling. They went about their day doing their duties. Unlike me, no one bullied them or tried to make them suffer for things they didn't have the power to control.
I kept my head down as I picked up the tray of sliced fruit and honeyed nuts.
I had already been here too many times, running back and forth to fetch whatever Phoebe and Luke demanded. My arms ached from carrying trays, and my feet were sore from walking across the long hallways of the royal pack house. Bu
