The next morning, the palace was in a state of chaos. Everybody was left confused, as what was happening had never happened before. In fact, this was more serious than Beth's murder. It was more serious than the queen being a suspect and even more serious than the fact that they were all stuck in the palace, not allowed to go home.
And what exactly was happening?
It was simple, or maybe not so simple.
Prince Harold was in the kitchen.
And no, he wasn't monitoring the kitchen maids like a hawk this time. He was there to cook for his wife himself.
"Why are you just standing there?" His 'instructor' scolded, her voice stern. "I thought you wanted to learn how to cook?"
The instructor was none other than Lady Victoria.
