Adriana's stomach grumbled as the mouthwatering smell of food steaming over the fire drifted into her nostrils.

She had been assigned to the kitchen today and her stomach had been assaulted numerous times with the different delicacies being served for the royals.

Being in the kitchen had only deepened her respect for the maids who worked in her father's mansion.

It made her marvel at their self-control because it took everything in her not to sneak one of the chicken legs arranged on the serving plates.

“You are drooling.” A maid said quietly to her and Adriana clamped her mouth shut and gave her an awkward smile.

“You.” One of...