Cry for their lives.

Harold was ignorant of what his presence was doing to the kitchen servants as he stood there with his arms crossed after listing out all the things they were supposed to make for his wife so she could have a variety of things to choose from as soon as she woke up. 

He remembered every single meal she had enjoyed eating and those she winced at, so he listed them out, making sure they got the meals correctly. 

Those were the only meals the servants were allowed to make since Harold had put every other person in the palace on a compulsory fast, making sure that every single eatable and drinkable thing was confiscated that morning. Since they had starved Alicia, it was only fair that they all had a taste of their own medicine, right? 

But things were not going so smoothly inside the kitchen.