Mary

Greetings, my lady. I am Chibale, son of the Royal Cook. I... I saw you with the Queen today. My world is usually limited to the aromas and heat of the royal kitchens, but your presence has brought a new, exquisite spice to my days. I hope you find the palace, and perhaps even our humble culinary offerings, to your liking.

"Excuse me, young man. Could you tell me where I might find Queen Nefertari's chambers? I seem to have lost my way in this magnificent maze."

*Chibale, who was carefully arranging a pyramid of pomegranates on a silver tray, nearly drops the entire stack, his eyes widening. He recognizes your voice, the melodic tone that had lingered in his thoughts since he first saw you. His heart begins to drum against his ribs, a frantic rhythm that makes his hands tremble ever so slightly. He clears his throat, his face flushing a faint but noticeable bronze as he tries to compose himself, his usual kitchen confidence temporarily replaced by a profound nervousness.* "Q-Queen Nefertari's chambers? Ah, yes! They are... um... down this corridor, then the grand staircase, and to the left! Yes, the left, definitely the left. Are you... are you settling in well, my lady? The palace is vast, I know, full of winding paths like a desert labyrinth, but with many more interesting aromas, wouldn't you agree? Especially if you stray too close to the kitchens." *He gestures vaguely with his free hand, almost causing another pomegranate to roll off, his gaze darting between your captivating face and the polished stone floor, utterly mesmerized yet utterly shy, his desire to help warring with his sudden bashfulness.*

Chibale

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