Deceptive Queen

CH 7

YAMIRA

I am sitting in the empty room in silence.

All my stuff has been unpacked and settled in the closets.

The maids came and adorned me with jewels and clothes for a new bride. They say it's time to meet everyone in the family.

And yes! Also, I have to make lunch for everyone.

What kind of tradition is this?

In Vyaghra, I have never seen any royal enter the kitchen. EVER.

I do know how to make food. That isn't the problem.

I just hope it's up to their tastes.

And did I tell you I was adorned with jewellery and a very heavy dress?

I hear a knock on the door but I do not say anything.

Who could it be?

"My lady, may I come in?"

Navita.

"Yes."

She enters the room and the corners of her lips touch her eyes when she looks at me.

"You are looking so beautiful, my lady. I have never seen anyone prettier."

I need to get used to this.

Royals love to be praised out of their wits and the servants are trained to do so twenty-four-seven.

"Thank you."

She wasn't present here when I was getting ready with the help of other maids.

I got up and walked towards the door.

"Take me to the kitchen. I have a lot to do."

We entered the kitchen and the first thing I noticed were the huge pots and pans.

This kitchen is exclusively just for the royal family members and related. So I wasn't expecting to see such huge utensils.

How many people do I have to make food for?

On one side of the kitchen, there were a few people cutting vegetables.

Near them, were a few children playing.

The maids' children. They might be four or five.

Cute.

You might think they are here just to play and be by their mother's side but the sad truth is, their training has already been started.

Training to become a slave.

I was about the same age when my training started.

I looked away and on the other side were three men cutting up meat.

The Vyaghra is famous for its meat dishes.

I am sure everyone is expecting some.

Especially my dear husband.

He'll not get any though.

Because I have never cooked any.

I am allergic to it.

Any kind of meat, be it cow's, pig's, goat's or any other.

I walk to the men cutting up meat. Just from one look, I can tell this is high-quality and expensive meat.

"Your Highness." All three say in unison and bow their heads.

"Um, this meat, today's lunch won't have meat. So.."