Morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of my room, waking me gently. I stretched, feeling the weight of the previous day's events still lingering in my mind.
Determined to make a fresh start, I pushed myself out of bed and headed to the small kitchen attached to my quarters. After the poisoning attempt, I resolved to cook my own meals, at least for a while.
I rummaged through the pantry, pulling out ingredients for a simple but hearty breakfast. Eggs, fresh herbs, some vegetables, and a loaf of bread. The castle's kitchen staff had left the pantry well-stocked, and I appreciated their thoroughness.
I cracked the eggs into a bowl, whisking them briskly with a pinch of salt and pepper. Chopping the vegetables—tomatoes, bell peppers, and onions—I felt a sense of calm return as the rhythmic motions soothed my mind.
