ROYAL BLOOD
Already, another platter was being placed into her hands.
“You, yes, you, drop the pottage to the left. Not there, on the left, do you not see the space?”
The woman in charge of the maids, an average short lady, gave the orders as her eyes narrowed.
“And you, fill the wine. Fresh. His Majesty will know if it is not.”
“Careful with that, careful! Don’t spill the soup, Sara, I swear by the crown…”
A sharp inhale followed; the woman dragged a hand through her hair before pointing again, already turning, already seeing three other things undone.