The morning air was thick with the scent of freshly baked bread and simmering stews as Odi stood in the kitchen, mindlessly peeling vegetables. The servants moved around her, engaged in their various tasks, exchanging quiet whispers and occasional laughs. Despite being given special treatment in the palace, Odi still found herself drawn to the kitchen. It was one of the few places she could blend in, away from the prying eyes of nobles and the ever-looming presence of King Darius.
The door creaked open, and a hushed silence fell over the room. Odi looked up to see Princess Valerie stepping in hesitantly, her hands trembling slightly. Her usually fair skin appeared ghostly pale, and the dark circles under her eyes had deepened considerably since the last time Odi had seen her in the auction where she was caught. Valerie's usually neat hair was slightly disheveled, her lips chapped as though she had forgotten to take care of herself.
