The Lost Princess

Chapter Ninteen

Chapter Ninteen
"Why don't we stop a little early and go get breakfast before your training with Sinclaire," Saxon offered.

My stomach had been growling rather obnoxiously for the last half hour, so I nodded very enthusiastically. "That'd be great."

He grinned and stood up, holding a hand out for me to use to help myself up. I grabbed it and hoisted myself off the hammock. Once I was properly on my feet, I let go of his hand and allowed him to lead me back into the house.

He led us through a few halls before we made our way into a gorgeous kitchen. It's bigger and more grand than anything I have ever seen before. It makes me not want to touch anything, in case it may fall and break. There were a few people inside, eating breakfast. I didn't recognize any of them, but nodded in their direction anyways.

A few other people came in and out of the room in a hurry, and I had a feeling they were servants. One noticed us and stopped what they were doing to walk in our direction. He's attractive, with a strong build and unruly blonde hair. His eyes, though a beautiful blue, are almost dull. As if he wanted to be anywhere but here.

"What can I do for you, your highness," he questioned, adding a bow for affect. Everything about it showed formality and love for his royals, except for the way his eyes dulled even more as he spoke the words.

"Umm, I'm not sure. I was just going to scrounge around and put together a quick breakfast," I trailed off as his eyebrows raised in surprise and Saxon shook his head.

"You're royalty now," Saxon informed me. "You no longer have to want for anything. You get to enjoy the perks of others making you breakfast."

I know he's trying to show me perks of being royal, to make me feel better about who I am. However, I don't see the point in making this guy cook for me when he would clearly rather be anywhere else. I have hands, I can do it myself. I'm not a chef by any means, but I learned how to cook just enough to survive. I can make myself something.

"As appealing as that sounds, I think I can manage to do this on my own," I informed Saxon, before turning to the guy. "Thanks, but I'm okay. No need for you to stop whatever you were doing for something as silly as this."

The guy bowed and left without a word. I noticed that this time, he bowed lower and his eyes weren't quite as dull.

"I didn't mean to upset you, I thought this would make you feel better," Saxon apologized, biting his lip.

I shook my head and smiled. "I know what you were trying to do. You want me more comfortable here. I'm not upset, I'm very thankful for your effort. I'm just capable of cooking for myself. He was clearly busy, no need to bother him."

Saxon nodded, relieved. "Well then, what do you want to make?"

I shrugged and walked over to the fridge in the corner of the kitchen. I opened it and marveled at how full it was. Looks like the world is my oyster in this place. If I were more into cooking, this would be my goddess fridge. Sadly, I am mediocre at best and ended up settling on omelets.

I made the first one perfectly. I was quite proud of it, actually. I put it on Saxon's plate and grinned triumphantly.

Saxon took a small bite before looking up at me and grinning. "This is pretty good, nice job."

"Thanks," I grinned, walking over to make the second one.

"I can't even make scrambled eggs," Saxon confessed as I started my own omelet. "I never really thought about how privileged we are and how often we take advantage of it until you came along. It's refreshing to get reality thrown in my face every once in a while."