A deep breath fled Prince's nose, and his hand ghosted over the gleaming brass handle. The door slightly creaked open soundlessly, revealing a spacious room bustling with activities.
Chefs moved in orchestrated harmony, their knives slicing through ingredients with precision. The intoxicating aroma of culinary delights filled the air, creating an enticing atmosphere amidst Prince's nefarious intent.
Prince scanned the room, his unseen gaze fixated on a particularly expensive-looking dish placed promptly on the central counter.
"Please take this to the first lady," one of the maids instructed another. "Catrina and the others will serve His Highness and the little prince."
"Yes, miss." The latter nodded, proceeding off to take the mini-table of meals from the counter.
