The next day.
The kitchen was alive in a way that felt almost comforting.
Utensils clinked softly against bowls, water ran steadily from the sink, and the faint smell of spices lingered in the air. It wasn't chaotic, but it wasn't quiet either. It was the kind of noise that came from people who knew what they were doing, moving around each other without needing instructions.
Saddie stood by the counter, sleeves slightly rolled up, carefully rinsing vegetables under running water. One of the maids stood beside her, chopping onions, while another moved between the stove and the pantry.
"You don't have to do this," one of the maids said gently, glancing at Saddie. "We can handle everything."
Saddie shook her head lightly, a small smile forming. "I know. I just… don't want to sit around doing nothing."
The maid studied her for a moment before nodding. "Alright. But don't tire yourself too much."
"I won't," Saddie replied softly.
