A/N: Hi guys, I'm new here and I just couldn't wait to post this story that I have been writing on. I'm really nervous considering that this is my first fanfiction that I have ever posted. Please be gentle with it, it's my baby. Leave some comments and reviews, I would like to hear feedback on this please. I hope to update on this story soon.
I made my way into the kitchen, pulling my auburn hair back into a ponytail to keep it out of the way. I quickly washed my hands and went to work; it was going to be a busy day today. The warriors should be back from their battle soon and will need something to eat after all. They always come back to the palace after a battle to celebrate with a great feast.
"Alex, what are you doing? Get to work!"
One of the head chefs, Ferguson, barked at me which startled me out of my inner monologue. I quickly made my way to the vegetable cutting board and start mincing lettuce. I work in the palace kitchen as a general assistant to the head chef over all vegetables. Sure the job is a little rough, but at least the pay is sort of good.
"Where's that lettuce?" I hear Ferguson say again. Out of all the people and assistants in this kitchen, he picks on me the most. Ferguson was a big man with an even bigger voice and he had ginger hair and beard to match his hot temper. For the whole while that I've worked in the palace kitchen, I've wondered why he chose to be a chef instead of a warrior. Seeing him with a chef knife is absolutely terrifying.
"Coming!" I practically scream for him to hear me over the bustling kitchen and then run over to Ferguson while balancing the bowl full of lettuce in my hands and dodging people. "Here it is, Ferguson," I say as I hand over the bowl.
"It should have been here three minutes ago! You have to learn how to wield a knife better if you want to survive in this kitchen, girl," Ferguson told me in his loud booming voice, while hurriedly taking the lettuce from my hands and turning back around to continue working on the dish.
I've been working here for over two and a half years now, and I've yet to get recommended for a promotion or even told that I'm told doing a good job.
"Dear, start washing the potatoes." I hear Gretchen say behind me.
She's the one that got me this job. My parents left me at an orphanage when I was just born and so I've been pretty much all on my own. Gretchen found me when I was about to get kicked out of the orphanage for being and offered me a job to work in the palace kitchen.
I make my way over to where the sink is to start washing the potatoes for Gretchen. Dishes are already piling up in the other sink and I already know that this will be a night full of washing. It's been about five minutes since I heard Ferguson get on to me, so I must be doing something right.
And soon enough I heard, "Alex!" Oh great, hear it comes, "Where are the potatoes I asked for?"
"Coming!"
When you're in the palace kitchen everything is hectic especially after a battle. I have people bumping into me; I duck from where a pan almost hit me in the head. I finally made it over to deliver the potatoes.
"Finally! It took you eternity to get here," Ferguson said with a huff.
Ferguson was one of the five head chefs here and then there was Sebastian the master chef.
"Sorry, it's really hectic in here." I said as I made my way over back to my section. Gretchen was the section leader which pretty much means whatever the head chefs want we get, and we clean up the mess that they make.
Gretchen used to have a son that was on the palace guard, she made sure that he had before she did. It's been about a year since the dark elves attacked Asgard, and a year since she told her son she loved him. She offered me a place to stay with her because she said I reminded her of her lost son, and said that I could stay until I was able to stand on my feet.
"Alex, darling could you please start washing the dishes?" Gretchen asked her brows furrowed as she read a letter.
"Yeah, sure," I said as I make my way over to where the sink is. Lucky for me I took the first shift of the night. Which usually is full, but not tonight surprisingly? I really like helping prepare the food—not serving it. My mind wanders back to when I first started this job and I had to serve food after a battle.
I made my way into the dining hall which was loud, as usual, but that day it was booming. I had to serve drunken idiots who thought that I was a Harlot. I had to push people's hands away from me so that I wouldn't have been pulled into their lap.
"Alex," Gretchen pulls me out of my thoughts again, "Can you go and skin a few more potatoes?"
Gretchen was a middle aged woman with graying hair and wrinkles around her eyes, but she still was absolutely beautiful.
"Yeah," What is with all the potatoes today? Usually I cut up carrots and broccoli all evening.
I quickly dried my hands and hurriedly went to where the potatoes were. I grabbed a knife and went straight to peeling. Skinning potatoes isn't that hard it's just that it takes a while with a dull knife.
"Alex," Ferguson said already sounding pissed, "we're not paying you to play with a knife, get to peeling."
"Sorry," I said trying to make the dull knife cut into the potato faster. I got to thirty skinned potatoes before someone came and took them to Ferguson. I quickly tried to get the knife to work again.
"Alex, dear, can I ask a favor to ask of you?" Gretchen asked behind me.
