Chapter 6: Breakfast in Silk, Reality in Flour
I nearly jumped out of my skin at the sound of a booming voice breaking the heavy silence.
Whirling around, my heart hammering wildly against my ribs, I found myself facing an elderly man dressed in a crisp black suit.
there was an air of practiced calm about him, but something in his expression ─ a polite stiffness ─ set my nerves on edge.
"my apologies for startling you, miss," he said smoothly, his voice deep and commanding.
"breakfast has been prepared for you, along with hangover soup, at the master’s request. Your garmen t have also been cleaned and are ready for your departure."
Master?
the word echoed in my mind, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
Despite the swirl of questions tightening my chest, I forced myself to nod, my voice barely above a whisper.
"thank you."
He nodded his head with perfect precision, then gestured for me to follow.
As we walked through the big, fancy hall, I felt small with all the beautiful things around me.