*Robin*

Having spent my early years on the streets, I have a keen sense when it comes to trouble being afoot, so as I near the kitchens in anticipation of enjoying a warm biscuit, I am acutely aware of the weight of unnatural silence in the hallways leading to my destination. Slowing my step, rising up on my toes, I creep toward the doorway where the aromas of beef juices and oranges wafts out.

Peering inside, I barely make out a dining hall … for the servants and low pack members, I suppose ..: those within standing at the table or against the wall, none of them moving, not even...