Go to the kitchen.

It's time for you to eat something so you decide to head to the kitchen before you go to meet Keylara. The kitchen is busy like always. Cooks and servants work to make the castles residents meals. The best meals are for the ruler and the guests,

“My lord,” a young female cook says frightened and block your way, “please forgive me, sir, but you shouldn't be here.”

You remember the girl. She is around twelve years old, blonde and works for your father for six months. She in an orphan who took the job as a cooking assistance to be allowed sleeping in a servants quarter. You only had one talk with her in the time she works here. She is shy and afraid of being kicked out on the streets. So she always takes extra work to prove her worth. However she was always loyal to your family.

“What's wrong?” you ask friendly and put your hand on her shoulder, “I'm allowed to walk around. The dark witch requested me before lunch. Until then I can walk around free.”

“It's not that, my lord,” the shy girl says, “you must know that ...”

“Hey, brat, what are doing there,” a hard voice interrupts, “do you want another beating? Bring the noble scum to me!”

You know the voice. And when you look up your suspicion is right. There is a older woman in the kitchen. She has gray hair and a pale skin. Her name is Monica. She started working for your father ten years before you were born. She even was the head of servants. But when you were eight, your father found out that she stole money from your family. He fired her and ordered her to cut her hair away if she didn't wanted to go to jail. Her hair is now back and you assume Keylara gave her a magic potion. But you know Monica hates your family and never misses a chance to show it.

“Monica, what a surprise,” you say alarmed, “what brings you back here? Thought you got a job in the local stables.”

“The horse shit smelled less then your arrogance,” “the great mistress gave me back my live and my hair. Now I am the chef here. I'm in charge to cook for mistresses and ****. You will regret what your family did to me.”

“You stole from us,” you reply, “the money was to buy food for the servants and soldiers. And you took almost the half for yourself.”

“I don't discuss this with spoiled brats like you,” Monica says, “normally every **** has to beg me for food. But for what your family did to me, you will get nothing. Except you agree to my conditions. For what your family did you deserve a hard spanking. Fifteen slaps on the bare butt.”

“I'm only here for something to eat,” you say, “and I had nothing to do with your punishment. Can't we just ignore each other.”

“I don't negotiate with you,” Monica says angry, “take the spanking or go out of my kitchen!”