Jasmine's POV
I was in the kitchen, chatting with some of the palace servants. They were teaching me how to make a special meal. It felt nice to do something normal for once.
"Jasmine?" Mason's voice echoed through the halls. "Where are you?"
I heard his footsteps getting closer. The servants looked nervous, but I just kept stirring the pot in front of me.
Mason appeared in the doorway, looking relieved when he saw me. "There you are. I've been looking all over for you."
"Well, you found me," I said, not looking up from my cooking.
He walked closer, eyeing the mess of ingredients on the counter. "What are you doing?"
"Cooking," I said. "What does it look like?"
Mason frowned. "You don't need to do that. We have servants for a reason."
I put down the spoon harder than I meant to. "
