Emilia’s POV
Ever since I disguised myself as a maid and sneaked into the King’s chamber, the scenes I witnessed there have been seared into my memory, replaying over and over again.
"Caesar, Klaus, save me," I murmured repeatedly as I kneaded the dough in my hands.
From that night onward, I pondered every word the King uttered in his delirium. I felt I was on the brink of uncovering a secret, yet something was missing to connect the pieces.
I knew I wouldn't get another stroke of luck like last time. Had it not been for the King's sudden episode and the shortage of maids, I wouldn't have slipped in so easily.
I couldn’t be sure I’d get such an opportunity again.
As I washed the flour from my hands, I realized my problem was how to leave the kitchen and gain the King's trust.
"Emili
