The hot pans and scalding waters danced around the kitchen as the hustle and bustle of the morning meal preparations began. Knives flying here and there, curses spouted left and right; the kitchen was a battlefield in its own right. An elf dashed madly around the chaos as he grabbed the piece of steamed meat before madly applying the spices and sauces that came along with it. The elf didn't even bat an eye as he grabbed and poured the various ingredients into the pot.
"Really... Using medicinal herbs as mere spices? These humans-- I'll never understand their idiocy." the elf mumbled under his breath, grabbing the sharp knife at his wooden counter. In a flash, the elf's hands handled the knife so expertly that the meat was minced within a few seconds or so; it was as if he was chopping a real person. The elf scooped up the pieces as he poured them into the bowl and nimbly sped away to finish the dish. It took hours to complete the entire meal, and when it was done, all the servants lined up behind the doors that separated the kitchen from the rest of the castle areas.
"UHL! Get your worthless elvish rear right here, right now!" the head cook screamed, his veins almost popping from his temple. The elf, Uhl, bowed his head as he took his place at the rear part in the line of servants. The doors opened as the procession of dishes came prancing out of the kitchen. They were heading for the dining hall as it seemed. Suddenly, Uhl was stopped by the head cook.
"Look here, elf-boy. I want you to go to the King and announce to him that his royal meal, prepared by his most royal and loyal cook, is ready for his royal palate! I want you to stress my royal-ness and my skill! I hope your pointy-ears, oops, I'm sorry... Your broken ear has heard everything. Now, get out of my sight!" the cook shouted his order as Uhl bowed and turned, speeding away towards the throne room. Uhl was shaking, not out of fear or shock, but out of pure and seething rage. His hands trembled as if it was holding a blade. His teeth gritted and gnashed in fury. However, Uhl knew that he shouldn't lose his focus and cool now. This was as close as he could get to the royal throne. Someday... someday... He could---
Uhl arrived at the throne room as he deftly knelt on the ground, his forehead touching the cold earth. He had been taught by that poor excuse of a chef to always bow in front of royalty, much less the King. The cuffs that clamped painfully on his wrists was a sign that he was a 'broken' elf, that he possessed no more will to fight back. Based on Uhl's perspective, he could only see, more or less, the right side of the room. Being blind in the left side and all... It could be symbolic-- Uhl only sees what is right.
"Great and honorable, King Emery, and the loyal and fearless, Royal Court. The skillful and wise, Head Cook, Lord Farieh, is pleased to announce that with his unparalleled mastery of culinary measures, the meal fit for a king and the court is now ready for consumption in the royal dining hall. The King and the Court are invited to partake of a divine meal." Uhl merely repeated what Farieh told him to say; that egotistical prick had an inflated ego for a start.
Uhl kept his head bowed down, however, he did notice some prominent figures within the room. There was the King, a despicable human life. Along with him were the guards, Juno and Acatha. He had heard stories of their skills and merciless retribution. Of course, who wouldn't the know the Great Persecutor, Alston? That man slew elves as if they were animals. Another sight was there, the Princess. Her name was Anya; a beautiful lass she was. Uhl would have paid more attention to her if she wasn't a human in the first place. One thing was for sure though... All of them sickened him in that room. Of course, he couldn't show it... at least, not openly.
