A :Pretty Elf in Qeynos Part Thirty One
Everyone in Cadwarra’s Household was up by 6 am, woken by Samandra’s clattering in the kitchen while she prepared breakfast. She had been able to make a very nice omelet of ham, mushrooms, cheese and onions. The bread was from Voleen’s. There had almost been no breakfast. When Samandra had risen ahead of the others in order to start cooking, she had stood looking in an empty ice box devoid of any sustenance beyond caviar and smoked oysters and fancy cheese and crackers and olives. With nothing to make for breakfast, she had pondered a second firing in as many days. She had been aware the expected food order from Voleen’s had not been delivered last night but she had assumed that there was something in the icebox she could cook this morning. She mentally …