Samantha's P. O. V

Cassandra moved up and down the counter, rearranging ingredients, opening and closing the pot lid, picking up a spoon just to set it down again.

She looked busy but also very confused.

I didn't bother to move or offer a helping hand. Instead, I just sat lazily on the chair, one leg crossed over the other.

After a few minutes, she set two glasses down in front of me.

“Golden Saffron Milk,” she said, nodding towards the steaming glass. “That's traditional. Served at every royal morning breakfast.” Then she tapped the second glass. “And Midnight Mint Fizz. My personal recipe for healthy living".

I glanced at...