It didn't take long for me to remind Forrest that I would in fact carry out my threat from the other night if he did not let go of me.
"You're such a tease." He says but continues to walk with me.
We get shocking looks from the help as we walk by, passing small dorms with beds and small televisions. The kind I had at the foster home.
Once we approached the kitchen, I stopped.
"You are staying out here," I look over at him.
Forrest narrows his eyes "Do you have a reason?"
"Of course I do." I give him a bored look. "I have to ask questions, and the chefs won't be honest with me if you're there."
"What are you asking them about? A secret recipe?"
What was this, an interrogation? He was the one who wanted to come with me.
"I want to ask them how they make their food so good." I say in an overly sweet tone. "Also code for: None of your business." I say.
Prince Forrest glares down at me. "Who the hell ever gave you permission to talk to me like that?"
I roll my eyes. "I did. You're the one who wanted to be treated like a normal person. Stop whining and wait here," as I walk toward the swinging doors I glance over my shoulder and add, "And try not to touch anything."
I didn't look back to see his reaction and walked into the busy kitchen.
Chefs were running around, throwing various spices and chopped up foods into large bowls.
"Oi!" a chef said as he almost crashed into me. "What are you doing in here?" he glowers down at me.
"I'm looking for Lucy Leger," I say as the man narrows his eyes. "Why?"
"What's it to you?" I yell over the chaos.
He smirks. "I know you- You're Cordelia, the girl with no last name. Still here, huh?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Still going strong,"
He laughs at my comment. "She usually hangs out in the back. She likes to make the dough."
I smile at him. "Thanks."
I walk toward the back of the kitchen to find an older woman with long black hair and small strands of silver intertwined. She was folding dough over and over, a determined but light expression on her face.
Apparently her husband was the head of the guarding system here, and I frankly thought that was ridiculous. What happened to the guards being dedicated to their royalties? I guess she was an acceptation. After all, I'm pretty sure she came back to work after Hero got married to Everette.
I approach her slowly, giving her enough time to glance up from whatever she was doing.
Once I stood on the other side of the table she was working at, Lucy Leger looks up at me.
"Can I help you?" she asks, furrowing her brow.
"Yeah, um, I'm-"
"I know who you are." She says with a soft smile. "But that doesn't answer my question."
"I just need to ask you a few questions." I say honestly. "If you're willing."
Lucy Leger smiles. "Of course I am- only if you work and talk with me. I have a lot to get done, there are many young girls to feed in this palace."
I nod and rinse my hands before she pulls out another clump of dough and plops it in front of me. "I'm assuming you've done this before?" she says more like a fact, rather than a question.
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Royal Obligations
FanfictionCordelia doesn't have a last name. She doesn't have a family. And she doesn't have a home. She's been stuck in a foster home all her life, and at seventeen, she knows she isn't going anywhere. . . Unless, she wins the selection for the newest twin p...