Melissa Spatiatis.
“Steak. Mashed potatoes. Some asparagus and make sure his goblet is always filled.” Elizabeth says and I write it onto a piece of paper. We have been escorted into Eldergrove estate; an estate in the heart of a colourful garden and forestry. Elizabeth gave every personnel of the king’s entourage time to wash up and change into neat clothes after our travels. In two hours after we settled, Elizabeth summoned every one of us into the kitchen to make supper since night is drawing already. At one end of the kitchen, a servant is tending to an open hearth where flames crackle as she roast meats on spits and bakes bread in clay ovens. Nearby, another servant is carefully grinding spices in a large mortar, releasing a medley of scents that fills the room.
The long wooden tabl
