GLUTTON
Freda's POV
“I…I wouldn't dare to defy your majesty.” Christie stuttered, bowing in respect. “But perhaps, since you’re so generously offering, I could accept a small portion.
“Good.” I grinned happily. Grabbing the carving and a fork, I sliced a generous portion of the roast peacock, including a drum stick for good measure.
“Here you go.” I placed the plate on her trembling hands.
Christie was practically drooling, staring at the plate with a gaze of longing. The aroma of the roasted bird filled the air and soon, her stomach started to rumble once more and her cheeks flushed out of embarrassment.
*I..uh..” She said, conflicted.
“No buts, Christie. I said, patting the spot next to me on the plush bed. “Eat up. We can't have the new Queen’s friend fainting from hunger, can we?”
Christie hesitated for a moment then a small smile blossomed on her face. She nodded shyly and settled beside me on the bed. Grabbing a peacock drumstick, her teeth sank into the juicy flesh and cutting a chunk. She chewed with a dreamy expression on her face and when she swallowed, it was as if she wanted to melt.
“Well? How is it?” I asked with a smirk.
“It’s…. heavenly.” She said as she continued to munch on the drumstick.
“That's a nice way to describe food.” I laughed. “Come on, let's dig in.”
Our focus turned to the feast before us and we devoured it with gusto. I thought I was a foodie but when I saw how Christie age, I knew I couldn't help but gasp. She consumed food like a vacuum cleaner, sucking it in without even chewing.
In the end, I ate to my satisfaction and watched the little girl finish the meal. Nothing was spared, not even the bones. She licked them cleanly and munched on them like biscuits, it was hilarious.
After eating, she patted her stomach. A satisfied expression on her face.
“Are you full?” I asked with a teasing smile.
She seemed to remember she was in my presence as she suddenly jerked up and gave a small bow.
“Thank you so much for the meal your majesty.” I felt the gratitude in her voice ozzing out of her voice.
“It's no trouble.” I waved it off. “I'm curious, why haven't you eaten at this time? Don't maids eat here?”
Christie's gaze turned alert and her eyes darted towards the floor. She was definitely nervous to tell me what's up.
“It's alright, you can trust me.” I coaxed her.
After a few minutes, she nodded and started to speak.
“Maids only get to eat twice a day,” she mumbled “sometimes just once. And even then, it's usually scraps from the royal kitchens. It gets worse if we make a mistake.”
“What happens if they make a mistake?” I pressed on.
“Then they might not get fed at all.” Christie's eyes welled up with tears. “The other maids…they know I'm different. They call.me names and..trip me up on purpose.”
I felt a surge of anger stirring inside me at this injustice. I mean, it wasn't much different than my story but I had Kara beside me. I was sure Christie had no one and she had been suffering for a long time now.
I stood up from the bed and enveloped her in a warm embrace which left her stunned.
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