MATE TO THE ENEMY'S DAUGHTER
I woke up early, determined to start my day by making breakfast. I made my way to the kitchen, where I found Matina, the head cook, already at work. Matina was a tall, sturdy woman with warm eyes but a stern demeanor, known for her meticulous attention to detail.
“Good morning, Matina,” I greeted with a small smile.
“Good morning,” she replied, looking up from the dough she was kneading.
“I was thinking,” I began, “I would like to make breakfast this morning.”
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