So…the Operation Cookie Peace Treaty has officially begun as we reached the royal kitchen.
It was my first time stepping foot inside, and when I entered, everyone gasped.
Dramatic. Just how I like it.
Nanny whispered something to the head chef—probably asking for permission. He chuckled and nodded like he approved of my sacred mission.
The head chef personally cleared a whole table just for me so I wouldn't have any problems. He even stood right beside me, like a royal guard of dough and butter, to make sure I didn't burn the empire down or lose a finger.
As for the kitchen staff?
"Our princess... Look at her; she's so tiny!"
"Look at those red eyes—like a doll!"
"She's cuter than the sugar sculptures we make for banquets."
They were standing in rows like an audience, watching me with eyes so curious it felt like I was filming an episode of MasterChef: Princess Edition.
Except in this version, the judge is also the contestant. And chaos is guaranteed.
Anyway—focus.
