𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 | ❝Hope is good, Hope will never disgrace, but make no mistake, Hope will hit you in the face!❞
In which the Just King becomes betrothed to a princess from a neighboring kingdom, only to fall in love with the prin...
WALKING IN THE WIND xi. THE MOST IMPORTANT MEAL OF THE DAY
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WHEN HOPE WAS YOUNGER, her father said the best thing she could do for others was to simply be kind. He told her to help others, even when they didn't ask for it or refused it, and to always challenge one's cruelty with compassion. "You never know what someone's going through," he'd say, "so always be courteous to people, no matter how badly they might not deserve it." Hope didn't understand what he meant until she was older.
Devoting one's life to spreading kindness and helping others seemed like a good legacy to have, so once her father passed, she swore to heed his words every day. It was what he would've wanted, regardless if he was alive or not. If anything, it gave Hope more motivation to do her job efficiently, which was based entirely on helping and serving others anyway.
That was why she was currently in the kitchen aiding the Narnians as they prepared for dinner. Hope knew it wasn't her place, but she wanted to help out. Besides, she figured she would have to befriend the Narnians at some point. Why not start early?
Being around more creatures than mere humans was a culture shock to the Wysterian. Of course, there were fauns and minotaurs and such in Wysteria, but they were considered rare. They flocked wherever magic was plentiful, so she supposed it made sense there was an abundance of creatures in Narnia instead of humans. Thankfully, they welcomed her instantaneously. They were grateful for her assistance. It was moments like these where she prayed her father was looking down at her from Aslan's Country with a proud smile.
As Hope aided them, they shared Narnian stories only a true native would know. They told her about the Long Winter and Aslan, who visited Narnia on rare occasions. They suggested that perhaps he would visit sometime soon to congratulate Edmund and Odette on their marriage. The idea of meeting the majestic lion sent butterflies to her stomach.
Dinner was to be served soon, which meant all hands were on deck. The Narnians were eager to impress their guests with every meal. Now that Hope was in their administration, they constantly harassed her with questions regarding cuisine she knew nothing about. Helping out back home was so much easier in contrast to Narnia, she concluded.
"Lion's Mane, you look like you're about to pass out."
Hope glanced up from her workstation to see Edmund lingering near the entrance to the kitchen. He was watching her, shamelessly grinning at her distress. Nonetheless, she offered him a friendly smile, which caused his smile to grow, too.
As he approached her, she greeted, "Did you know sauces, of all things, could have so many components? Are your chefs always this particular about mealtime? This is the first time I've been in here to help out, so I'm worried about messing anything up—"
