Life can sometimes be unfair, the main actress fardat of this work is the living proof, fear, drama, terror inhabit her daily ... Sensitive soul refrain from your reading must be limited to this point👉. For others good reading.
If running a kingdom took time to prepare the dishes for the king's meal, it took more time. Fardat, a gardener's daughter, had been working in the kitchen for 2 weeks now. She was more specifically in charge of soups. Winter was fast approaching and the king was fond of soups as soon as the temperature dropped. Fardat had joined the palace kitchen team thanks to his father, himself the king's gardener. She had left her mother and her home to live as close as possible to her majesty. In the basement of the palace were the maids' rooms. It is there that all the little ants of the palace swarmed day and night in the service of the royal family. Fardat shared her room with Rouwaida and in just two weeks she had become a great confidante to her. Their room had a very low ceiling and had no windows. There were two small wooden beds against each wall, a sink and a small table. Rouwaida had stolen a flower pot during his vigil because theirs had been stolen. Rouwaida was one of the hundred maids owned by the queen. She had a little extravagant hours. She worked four hours in a row and then was allowed two hours of exposure and so on. Fardat was lucky to have more correct hours. The kitchens were swarming, the king's supper will take place in less than an hour and the staff seemed to be in turmoil. Fardat was trying very hard to keep up. The soup chef was yelling lots of orders at the same time.
<< -Mix the broth! put the water on the fire! Peel potatoes!! Faster than that! >>.
Fardat executed every request but it was too slow so that the chef got angry and tapped his fingers with a wooden stick.
- Ouch !, she shouts, you hurt me! >>
His fingers were bleeding painfully.
<< - You better go faster if you don't want me to do it again >>
Tears in his eyes Fardat resumed his work.
Suddenly the bell rang, a sign that the king's supper was beginning. Fardat took advantage of the chief's inattention to slip away. She goes in the direction of the dishwashers. She quickly ran her fingers over the water and wiped it off with a kitchen towel.
She hurried to quickly return to her post but she took the wrong hallway. The servers were moving so fast that she was disoriented, unable to find her way.
Ashamed, she approached a man who was giving orders to ask for help
<< - Excuse me sir ....
- You there! what are you doing in this outfit? Take off your dirty apron and put this one on! You can't serve the king in his filth!
- Sir, you are wrong, I don't ...
- Faster mademoiselle! Unless you want to be sent to the dungeon for not having obeyed?! >>
Stunned Fardat did, she took off her old dress for a clean one.
<< Well now hurry up, the king is not going to wait forever >>
The man said this by handing him a container filled with wine. He pushed her towards two large open doors. Fardat felt his heart beating at such a speed !! She no longer had any way to escape.
She entered the large room. The dining room of the royal family. She did not have time to marvel more because she had to be quick, serve the king and return to the kitchen, where she belonged.
It was the first time she had seen the king in person. He was sitting with his family on a long, wooden table covered with flowers everywhere. He paid no attention to the servants circling around him.
Despite everything she found him very handsome, as handsome as the rumors in the basements said.
Fardat walked towards the table, she quickly observed the other waiters doing it, she had to stand to the left of the king, serve him a glass of wine then put the container down and withdraw. Child's play but not for fardat. She felt panic rise in her.
She served the king gracefully and was about to leave when the king stopped her .....