Another day dawned.
"Sigh..."
Stepping out the door, Billy stomped his feet, the oncoming cold making him shiver involuntarily. He breathed on his hands and then headed outside.
As a servant of nobility, Billy had grown accustomed to the monotonous work and life he led each day. To others, working for the nobility meant a higher status, dressing in bright and fancy clothes, speaking with an air of arrogance. But Billy knew that this job was far from as leisurely as it looked.
As the kitchen manager, Billy felt tremendous pressure of late. No, it was every winter that he felt this mountain of stress. Recently, his master had been complaining about how the meals were always the same, lacking in novelty. But there was nothing Billy could do; the range of vegetables available during the winter was limited, and it was impossible for him to conjure up a flower out of thin air.
