[Aditya's POV]
"Your Majesty!!!" Kitchen staff immediately scurried to greet me as I entered the grand kitchen, their faces a mix of surprise and amusement. The sight of the soon-to-be king standing in the midst of flour sacks and spice jars was an odd yet welcome spectacle.
"Your Majesty, what can we do for you?" one of the chefs asked, her tone respectful but with a touch of curiosity, as if wondering whether this royal request was a jest.
"I just need you all to leave the kitchen for a moment," I said with a grin, motioning for everyone to step back. "I'm going to give this a try myself."
The staff exchanged amused glances before bowing and stepping aside, clearly curious about how I would fare in the kitchen. I couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle—here I was, soon to be crowned king, and now tasked with cooking a meal.
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