ROYAL BLOOD
Visions flashing in like broken records, blurry…whispers of voices of people she had never seen.
Her skin began to prickle with heat as sweat began to glisten. Once again she shoved her hand into the wooden bowl, but her hand landed on an empty space. She looked down and saw that the grains had finished.
She turned around and walked inside, taking a dark alley before arriving at the busy kitchen. The maids were always up early to prepare the meals the royal family feasted on.
“Joya, take this soup to Prince Vagor’s chamber; he likes it steamy and hot, served early in the morning.” A maid said, passing a tray of hot, steamy soup to Joya.