We passed my bedroom going somewhere else through the arched corridors. The Syva palace is like filled with arched corridors. I mean it's not a bad thing but it feels very big and lonesome at certain points, plus all the snow...all the damn snow. 'I hate the snow, I really hate the snow.' After like 10 minutes I smelled something good. 'Ooh, what's this I smell; delicious food! Give me!' I was hungry for food and sweets. I really wanted sweets. I miss my swe-that's a lie I want kimchi, I want all my Korean food. I'm not against sweets but I love spicy things more.
We entered the kitchen and I was blasted with multiple scents of food, spices, and basically a kitchen. "Everyone look who I brought." The cook and maids stopped what they were doing and turned to look at us. 'Oof now I feel embarrassed. I don't want the attention.' The kitchen was actually small- ok I probably used the wrong word but it was like an average kitchen in an average mansion but compared to a castle it's small. There was only one cook but he had 2 kids who were young probably around the age of 6. The cook himself was probably in his early 30's sporting a mustache and beard basically looking like a Viking plus his big build and pretty big height. 'I can say definitely that this big guy can break your bones if he really wanted to.' Then we have two maids probably assistants because they don't have the typical maid outfit, I mean it doesn't have the poof and they got aprons on. They were all shocked and jaw dropped. I mean I can't blame them, how often do you see royalty enter a kitchen almost never. "Come on princess say hi." Hilana ushered. 'But nanny I-I. Oh, my g-I can't.' They were looking at me with so much expectation and I just can't refuse.
"Hello." I whispered with the loudest voice I can muster up. If it were to be compared then it was a mouse squeak. Not that loud. Then there was silence and the silence can kill, at least it's killing me.
"I can't believe this old life would ever have the chance of having the princess greet our old bones in this run-down kitchen." The cook said tearing up slightly. "The prince never did such a thing and neither did his majesty. What a blessing." His rich deep voice almost echoed off from him.
"The princess is so adorable!" The assistants were freaking out about my cuteness. 'Thanks for the compliment.' I was bashful in receiving compliments even though I'm a baby.
"Princess remember the drucococa you drank awhile back?" Hilana asked and I nodded my head. "Well, it was Druvem(1) who made it." I looked between Hilana and Druvem.
"Thank you, Doovem. Dia liked ot." I tried ok. I tried with a smile of a thousand flowers. Apparently, my sentence had shocked not only the Druvem and the assistants but Hilana as well. Now we only need Avia and we got the whole gang.
"If ya ever want any food then come ask old Druvem. I'll make sure to have ya eating with joy." I nodded my head happily.
"Princess come over and visit us often ok." I looked at the assistant who was the closest to Druvem. She- it would be easier to say that they were all in their early 20's if not late teens. She had her dark brown hair in 2 low pigtails, the shortest of the bunch here, kids not included. Dark blue eyes maybe ultramarine since it's the closest color I can guess. Her work outfit makes me question the dynasty or is it an era? I don't know I've been mixed with many cultures. White shirt with a brown vest, a less poofy, black, medium skirt, and apron with some brown boots plus thick brown leggings. This is the same for the other one as well. 'I question the fashion choices in this world or kingdom. Yeah, it's kingdom since I haven't seen the world yet.'
"That's Amura(2), one of the assistants that helps around the kitchen." Hilana introduced me.
"Hello, Amooa." Amura freaked with me calling her name.
"Gah! The princess is so freaking cute I can't! I think I can live this dream forever." Well, Amura is down for the count. The people here are really weak to kids or it could just be me.

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Papa can I kill you
FantasySeong Rima age 25 killed while doing her job and sent to a different world and time. Now becoming a princess who will have to fend for her life and possibly kill her father.