"Welcome to the royal kitchen," Enara announced with a smug grin as we stepped through the towering oak doors. "Or as I like to call it, the kingdom's best-kept secret."
I stared in awe. The "kitchen" was the size of a ballroom, with gleaming countertops of obsidian, enchanted silver pots hanging from the ceiling, and rows upon rows of spice jars that sparkled like jewels. The air was alive with the hum of magic, and I could practically feel the culinary energy radiating from every surface.
"This... is ridiculous," I said, spinning in a slow circle. "Why does a kitchen need chandeliers? Three chandeliers, might I add?"
"Because royalty," Enara replied smugly, gesturing around the grandiose kitchen.
I crossed my arms, skeptical. "Does royalty also explain why there's an entire wall dedicated to golden ladles?"
"Golden ladles are a sign of status," Enara said, tilting her chin up. "And a necessity."
"For what? Feeding dragons?"
