Demitytes Bride

Food Appreciation becomes an acquired taste

Kashara thought quickly. She needed food. She couldn’t tell them she was the Queen. Hopefully this woman had never seen her or, noticed the startling resemblance between her and the queen from Erth. She was sure they could tell she was not a Demitytan, if they looked close enough. She for one, had no elemental magic or that harsh aura Demitytans seemed to have around them.

“Oh, I am the lady-in-waiting for the Queen. She told me to fetch her some dinner. Is there a head chef here?” She quickly cried, keeping an apprehensive eye on the guards closing in, then added, “The monster, I mean, my Queen will kill me if I’m late. I wish I could just take a knife to her head sometimes…" No need to get on their bad side from the start, she had a feeling they might send a knife her way, simply by association with the ‘Erthling'. Hopefully this cooled them down.

“You are looking at the head chef. And I have never seen you, where were you all this while?” The woman asked cooly. Kashara stammered and replied, “ Umm, I was grievously ill from the travel from Erth, and I only recovered recently. Look this is an Erthling chain.” She lifted a small metal chain she wore around her neck.

The woman raised her hand and the chain glowed.

“Yes, that metal is not of Demitytes. It resonates of a different world.” She confirmed and waved the guards away, but then gave her a piercing glance. “How come we have never had to deliver food for you?” She asked. Kashara swore mentally, Oh Artemis, this woman was sharp!

She replied, “Umm, mages from Erth, don’t intake food while we are ill, we feed on the energy of the universe and magic in the air, because it speeds up healing and…” Okay Kashara stop babbling She thought to herself, breaking off her load of tosh about Erthling healing practices. “Um, I really need that food for my Mistress. She is really hunger.”

The woman scanned with faint suspicion still lingering, but hmphed to herself, obviously coming to a conclusion. “Well, you’ll have to wait, because, my kitchen is preparing a feast. Food of this kind needs proper appreciation and cannot be rushed for the sake of impatience. Your mistress will have to eat at the feast! I do not know why His highness did not tell your Queen, but she is having company today. Lettia, get her ready as suited for a Lady in waiting!”

Before Kashara could contemplate on the ominous pronouncement, the woman handed her off to a passing maid, who whisked her off in to the dark recesses of the kitchen, that seemed to double as a changing room. “WAIT! What do you mean? Hold ON!” Kashara’s voice was drowned out by the industrious hum of the kitchen that was operating at a frenzied pace now.

One maid pulled an emerald apron over her, grimacing at the wrinkled, stained top that had suffered a few nights and dinners. The top had seen better days. Another maid pulled off her trousers, and before Kashara could even raise a hand to shield her bare legs, zipped on a long gray skirt.

She had no idea how her top was off now, with the apron on her, but she soon found herself wearing a thin grey top that was well hidden inside the apron. Maybe the kitchen maids should seek alternative employment in the clothing industry, because she couldn’t even take off a normal top sometimes without getting her head caught in it.

What she wore now resembled the normal maid uniform, although maids wore a grey apron rounding off a rather dingy look. Her emerald apron, she realised was to symbolise she was almost nobility, a lady in waiting according to them, as she had seen many in the castle. She was then herded off to another place that handed her a large trolley of food, that looked like it had steaming soups and starters. Yum. Her stomach put in an encore, as if the live act wasn’t enough.