EMMELINEI stumbled into the kitchen, my heart racing with anxiety. I needed to find the head cook, the one who had the power to tell me everything about the food around here—who prepared Darius’s meals, who handled them, and where they stored the damn curry powder. That’s why I was here.But when the cooks saw me, all eyes turned to me with shock, suspicion, and maybe even a hint of fear. I couldn’t blame them, though—there had to be a reason for their reactions. I wasn’t exactly dressed like them. I paused for a moment, trying to keep my composure.“Why are you here, concubine?” a woman yelled at me, the head cook by the look of her. She was in her late forties, but looked tough. I plastered on a nervous smile, trying to look as clueless as possible. “Oh, hi! I, uh… I thought I was supposed to, you know, cook my own meals? I’m just a… you know… a slave like you guys, right?” The words slipped out without much thought. I cringed internally at the lie. But I couldn’t let them know
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