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Lessia's POV

I started fully on my supervising duties today, and it was already fun. I chose the kitchen as my first place to set out because no one I knew actually disliked food. And even if there were such people, I was sure not among of them. Apart from art work, there was nothing really I liked more than to sink my teeth into really tasty delicacies.

The smell of the kitchen was enough welcoming for me when I got in. I couldn't help but ignore the formalities of the maid as the aroma sunk into my nostrils, making my head buzz from the expectations of what exactly could be cooking.

"Good morning, lady Lessia," I heard voices say again, a bit eager in expectation.

"Oh! Good morning there to you too," I said, feeling a bit shy and unused to being called a lady.

There stood before me, standing and staring at my face.

My senses kicked in and told me that they were waiting for orders. My first order. I felt nervous already, confused on what to say to them, my vision already spinni