The sun is still not high in the sky, the servants are still pacing around doing their respective duties to serve the Queen. The kitchen smoke is already rising early in the morning, how many hundreds of loaves of bread have been baked with various fillings, and the game meat that has just been obtained is immediately skinned. They didn't say anything, or rather, they didn't dare to say anything and were silent to each other, only their hands and feet running to the dining room and kitchen.
It was not much different from the servants in the laundry department. They had rolled up their sleeves since the cold early morning, forced their feet and hands to soak in the freezing water, poured so much perfume on them that their hands were peeling off, and didn't dare open their mouths at all.
