"Kaelen," I whispered, leaning in slightly so only he could hear. "You are the sharp one, right? I feel like someone is using my cooking distraction for their benefit. Let's inspect the kitchen."
Kaelen's expression didn't change, but his aura shifted instantly. The 'loyal dog' vanished, replaced by the 'hunter.'
"Understood, My Lady," he murmured, his hand resting casually—but deliberately—on the hilt of his sword. "Do not worry yourself. I see everything."
I nodded, wiping the flour from my hands onto a towel.
"Let's take a tour," I announced loudly.
We began to walk down the aisles of the massive kitchen.
To the staff, it looked like the Imperial Consort was just curious, taking a stroll to admire the preparations for the Grand Convergence.
"Oh, is this the roast for the banquet?" I asked a trembling chef, peering at a massive haunch of meat.
"Y-yes, Your Highness!" he squeaked, bowing frantically.
