The magic within

Breakfast, and Mud :(

Hey peoples! ^^ this is kinda a long chapter. I wanted to make it up to you, for taking so long to post. I hope you like it. Comment if you have any ideas, and don't forget to vote! xoxo- Rachel <3

I dry my hair, and put on the purple dress. It felt weird being in a dress, but I don't want to be rude to the Queen by refusing to wear it. I look in the mirror, and smile at my reflection. For the first time my Dark curls look clean. I exit the bathroom, and walk down the grand staircase.

I look around the castle, and try not to glance at myself as I pass the multiple mirrors. My patience, and empty belly grow weary as I try to find the kitchen. This palace is so big, I wish I had a map. I take a left, and start walking down a long hallway. "And who might you be?" I jumped at a deep voice. I looked up, and down the empty hall.  Hello?! I. Uh. Who's there?" I stumble backwards, and lean against the wall.

"It was I child" The man's voice came from behind me. I swiftly turn around, and look at my own reflection. "Damn, I must be going crazy." I let out a sigh, then widen my eyes as smoke swirls through the mirror. Out of the smoke appears a man, with a darkened face. "I can assure you, you are not going crazy child. Now what is your name?" I take a step back, and relax my breathing. "Uh. I'm Mara. What the hell are you?" The mirror man let out a deep chuckle. "I'm the Queens magic mirror. The Queen was amused as you spent half your morning in search of the kitchen. She told me to direct you to help you find your way." I nod my head, then furrow my brows. "The Queen was watching me look for the kitchen? How? I didn't see her."

The mirror let out a laugh. "The Queen can see anyone, or anything her heart desires through me. Now Mara, the best way to the kitchen is to go down this hallway. Take two rights, then a left, then go down the servants stairs, and you'll reach your destination. That is if you know the difference between your rights, and lefts." He says with a chuckle. I scoff at him, and head down the hall. I follow the mirrors directions, and head down the servants stairs, into the kitchen.

I find a well clean servants kitchen. The smell of delicious food floods my nose. I enter the kitchen, and find two servants. Both woman have black simple dresses on, with a white apron. One is older, and quite plump. She has bright red rosy cheeks, and her red, and grey hair was put up in a fluffy bun directly on the top of her head. The other woman looked to be in her twenties. She had a pail face, with a light pink blush. Her dirty blonde hair was put up in a nice braided bun. Both woman stood with there backs to me, as they prepared for the next meal.

I walk into the kitchen, and clear my throat, hoping that one of them would turn around. The younger one turned, and looked at me, and gave me a wide smile. "Hello there! You must be Mara! I'm Martha. Cook! Looks like we've got ourselves a visitor!" Martha said happily, in a thick Yorkshire accent. The older woman whom she referred to as Cook turned and glanced at me, then back to the potato's she was pealing. "Great, another mouth to feed." Cook said in a British accent.

 Martha rolled her eyes at Cook, and wiped off her hand. She walked to me. "That's Cook. She runs the kitchen. Don't mind her. she's grumpy, but harmless. The Queen ordered me as your personal servant." Martha bowed. I've never had a servant before. I didn't know how to respond to that, so I bowed back to her. Martha slipped out a giggle. "Well! Aren't you odd!" She said in a cheery voice. She grabs my hand, and leads me out of the kitchen, and into a large dining room. "I prepared a big meal for you. The queen said you would be out side almost all morning, so she wants you to eat a big breakfast." She directs me to my seat. I sit in a nice velvet chair, at a big table, that's covered in delicious food. Martha makes me a plate of everything. "Is there anything else you need Miss?" I take a big carnivorous bite of the sausage, and shake my head no. Martha giggles at my unladylike manor, bows, and goes back to the kitchen.