Chapter 65: Cooking for myself

My heart skipped a beat. "What's happened?"

"I don't know, my lady," the servant replied. "But it's urgent."

Nara and I exchanged a glance, our exhaustion forgotten in the face of this new development. We hurried to the meeting room, my mind racing with possibilities. What could be so urgent that it couldn't wait?

As we approached the meeting room, the sound of raised voices reached our ears. We entered to find the council in disarray, their faces pale with shock. At the center of the chaos stood Seraphina's grandmother, her expression one of cold fury.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The head of the council looked at me, his face grave. "We've received word of another plot against you, Lady Elara. It seems the faction is more entrenched than we realized. And they've set their sights on a new target."

A chill ran down my spine. "Who?"

Before he could answer, Seraphina's mother cut in, her eyes blazing with anger. "This is all because of you, Elara," she hissed. "You've brought nothing but trouble to our realm."

I swallowed hard, guilt and fear intertwining in my chest. "I'll fix this," I promised. "I'll protect Seraphina and stop this faction once and for all."

The head of the council raised a hand, his expression stern. "Lady Elara, you need to stop getting involved in matters that are beyond your purview."

I blinked, taken aback. "Beyond my purview? But I'm trying to help—"

"You're causing more harm than good," another council member interrupted, her tone sharp. "Your presence here has only stirred up unrest. You still haven't completed your mission in the eastern province. The people there are suffering, and instead of addressing their needs, you're gallivanting around, playing hero."

A surge of frustration welled up inside me. "I'm not playing hero! I'm trying to protect this realm. If we don't stop the faction, none of us will be safe."

"The faction isn't the immediate concern," the head of the council insisted. "Your mission was to improve the conditions in the eastern province. That's where your focus should be."

Lady Helena nodded, her expression grave. "I understand. The kitchens are at your disposal."

As we made our way to the kitchen, Nara gave me a concerned look. "Are you sure you want to cook, Elara? It's been a long day."

"I have to," I replied firmly. "I can't risk another attempt on my life. Besides, cooking will help me relax."

The kitchen was a large, rustic room with stone walls and a massive hearth. The shelves were lined with jars of spices, dried herbs, and various ingredients. I took a deep breath, the familiar scents calming my nerves.

I decided to make a simple but hearty meal, something that would nourish and comfort me. I started by gathering ingredients: fresh vegetables, a piece of lean meat, and some herbs. The process of chopping and slicing helped me focus, each precise movement a balm to my frazzled mind.

I diced onions and garlic, their pungent aroma filling the air. Next, I chopped carrots, celery, and potatoes, their vibrant colors a welcome sight. I set a pot on the hearth, adding a drizzle of oil before tossing in the onions and garlic. The sizzle and hiss of the vegetables as they hit the hot oil was a comforting sound.

While the onions and garlic sautéed, I seasoned the meat with salt, pepper, and a blend of herbs. Once the onions were translucent, I added the meat to the pot, searing it until it was browned on all sides. The rich, savory smell made my stomach growl in anticipation.

Next, I added the chopped vegetables, stirring them into the pot with a wooden spoon. I poured in a generous amount of broth, the liquid bubbling as it met the hot pot. I added a few bay leaves and a sprig of thyme, then covered the pot and let the stew simmer.

As the stew cooked, I prepared a simple salad with fresh greens, tomatoes, and cucumbers. I made a quick vinaigrette with olive oil, vinegar, mustard, and a touch of honey, whisking it together until it was smooth and tangy.

The rhythmic motions of cooking, the familiar scents and sounds, all helped to ground me. For a moment, I could forget about the dangers and the responsibilities weighing on me. It was just me and the simple, nourishing act of preparing a meal.

When the stew was ready, I ladled a generous portion into a bowl, the steam rising in fragrant tendrils. I set the bowl on the table, alongside the salad and a slice of crusty bread. The meal looked inviting and wholesome, a small comfort in these uncertain times.

I took a seat at the table, the weight of the day's events still heavy on my mind. But as I took the first bite of stew, the rich flavors bursting on my tongue, I felt a small measure of peace. The meat was tender, the vegetables perfectly cooked, and the broth was deeply savory, with just the right amount of seasoning.

The salad was crisp and refreshing, the vinaigrette adding a bright, tangy note that balanced the richness of the stew. I savored each bite, the simple act of eating bringing a sense of normalcy and comfort. So delicious I should cook more.

As I finished my meal, I felt a renewed sense of determination. There was still much to be done, and the road ahead would be challenging. But I was ready to face it, one step at a time. Together with Nara, I would uncover the truth behind the threats and work to improve the lives of the people in the eastern province.

With my hunger sated and my resolve strengthened, I stood from the table, ready to continue the fight.