Tansy didnt say a word until they came to a pair of large stone doors in the hedge. Tendrils of steam curled out beneath the cracks, and the air was hot and greasy.

Pushing the doors open released a blast of hot, smoky air. They looked into an enormous kitchen. Brick ovens roared, copper kettles bubbled over fires, and a dozen aromas flooded their senses. Furry little men in aprons scuttled back and forth between several long counters, cooking, baking, testing the contents of the kettles. A bloody boar carcass lay on a table, and hacking into it was a huge, green-skinned woman with thick tusks and brown hair pulled into a braid.

She saw them in the doorway and came stomping over, blood and bits of meat clinging to her apron. "No loafers in my kitchen," she growled, waving a large bronze butcher knife at them. "I got no scraps for the likes of you. Take your sneaky, thieving fingers elsewhere."

"S-Sarah Skinflayer, this is Amelia Chase. Shes to help you in the kitchen by order of the queen."

"I dont need help from a skinny half-human whelp," Sarah Skinflayer growled, eyeing her disdainfully. "Shed only slow us down, and were running ourselves into the ground, getting ready for Elysium." Looking Amelia over, she sighed and scratched her head with the blunt end of the knife. "I guess I could find a place for her. But tell Her Majesty that if she wants to torture someone else, try the stables or the kennel runs. Ive got all the help I need here."

"Thank you Tansy." She said quietly, she didn't want to be noticed too much, so... She thought it would help to be a little quiet.

Tansy nodded and left quickly, leaving Amelia alone with the giantess. "All right, whelp," Sarah Skinflayer barked, pointing at her with her knife. "I dont care if you are His Majestys throwback, youre in my kitchen now. Rules here are simple--you dont work, you dont eat. And I have a little fun with the horsewhip in the corner. They dont call me Sarah Skinflayer for nothing."

The rest of the night passed in a blur of scrubbing and cleaning. Sarah had her mop blood and bits of flesh from the stone floor. She had her sweep ashes from the brick ovens. She made Amelia wash mountains of plates, goblets, pots, and pans. Toward the end of the night, she growled something about "lazy humans," snatched the broom from her hands, and gave her the one she was carrying.

She took the other broom and continued to clean.
'Ill deal with it... It should be over soon right?' She asked herself.
(Writer's block kicks me in the you know what...)

(Seriously don't worry about it!! I completely understand.)

As soon as her hands closed around the handle, the broom leaped to life and began sweeping vigorously, brisk, hard strokes. She couldn't let go and therefore swept the floor until the troll woman snapped her fingers and the broom stopped its mad sweeping

(I know not to worry about it. Its just something that bothers me so much to where I have to tell someone xD)
'Whoa...' She thought to herself.
"That's pretty interesting to be honest... I mean I know this world has magic, but that's pretty convenient." She said, trying to spark a conversation.

(Ooooh okay xD Well I understand and I'm kinda upset for you. Whenever I have writer's block I will just stare at what the other person wrote and be like 'okay how am I supposed to respond' even though I shouldn't have trouble with that)

"Did you enjoy that, half-breed?" Sarah Skinflayer asked. "There will be more of the same tomorrow, I guarantee it. Here." Two pieces of bread and a lump of cheese hit the ground. "Thats the dinner you earned tonight. It should be safe for you to eat. Maybe tomorrow youll get something better."

(Yeah I do the same thing lol)

"Thank you" She wanted to be as respectful as she could. She picked the bread and cheese off the ground.

(The struggle tho)


She pointed to a wooden door in the corner. "The servants quarters are full. You can take the pantry closet there." She smiled at her, fierce and terrible, showing blunt yellow teeth and tusks. "We start work at dawn. See you tomorrow, whelp."

(ikr)

"Ok I'll be here" She nodded then left.