"One month in the kitchens," she said. "Working alongside the servants you think are beneath you. Learning what actual hard work looks like. No special treatment, no reduced duties, no leaving early. You'll work the same hours, do the same tasks, eat the same food as every other kitchen worker."
Genevieve's eyes went wide. "Your Majesty, I—"
"And," Heena continued, "you'll personally apologize to every servant you've ever screamed at in this palace. A real apology. On your knees. With witnesses."
"That's—that's humiliating—" Genevieve started.
"That's the point," Heena said flatly. "You need to be humiliated. You need to understand what it feels like to be on the receiving end of disrespect."
She looked at Duke Remington.
"If she completes this month successfully, with good reports from the kitchen staff, I'll consider the matter settled. If she complains, refuses, or tries to get special treatment, I'll extend the punishment to three months. And if she outright refuses—"
