SELENE POV
The castle kitchens were a battlefield.
That was the only way to describe it. Heat from multiple ovens made the air shimmer. The smell of roasting meat and baking bread was overwhelming. And the noise was constant—shouting, clanging pots, sizzling food, orders being barked from every direction.
Selene had been working for maybe three hours now, and she was already exhausted.
The pile of potatoes she'd been peeling earlier had only been the beginning. After that came carrots. Then onions that made her eyes water. Then turnips. Then back to potatoes because apparently, they needed even more.
Her hands were raw. Her back ached from standing. And she was pretty sure she'd never get the smell of onions out of her clothes.
But she kept working. Kept her head down. Kept proving that she could handle this.
Because this was just the beginning. This was the easy part. The hard part would come later when she had to actually assassinate a king.
"You! New girl!"
