"Lady Pippa," the cook and a few other maids gasped when she walked into the kitchen. They had not even seen her yet, but they could perceive her distinct scent.
"Mhmm, greetings," Pippa replied uninterested. She did not care for their false kindness and respect, they did not care one bit, and she did not care as well.
"Lady Pippa, what brings you here? What can I do for you?" the cook asked. He was worried. He was on his best behaviour. After all, to him it was a miracle that after what happened at the celebration with the food that tasted bad, he was not queried.
It seemed that his majesty was simply too busy to deal with it, and everyone else did not seem to care. It was a huge relief for him, however, he did not want to be questioned. He wanted to secure his position here as head cook.
"Prepare some titbits for his highness. He has not eaten all morning. Make some small sausages with cut bread, those are his favourites," Pippa said.
