(Amara POV)
"s**t! I am so sorry!" I said as I bend down and started to collect the pieces of glass.
"No, your majesty, you will get hurt," the cook said running to me but it was too late.
"Ouch" I cried as a sharp piece of glass injured my forefinger.
"Your majesty. I told you!" the head chef went on her knees and looked at my wound before taking the pieces of glass I collected. "I will take care of it." She said before looking at one of her helpers.
"Sourn, Give her first aid," he said to a blond young boy as he nodded.
"Come on, Majesty," he said helping me stand up.
"It's ok. I will be fine, you don’t have to come with me" I said as the younger male nodded and took a step back.
"Ok your highness"
"I am sorry for the mess" I apologized as they smiled and shook their head.
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