He. Is. Kind. Not Me!

Royal Palace, Austria

When she left the room leaving behind a stonic yet deadly Vladimir, she felt she almost accidentally touched the limit that should never be bothered in the first place.

She rambled about her stupidity to railed her husband up who had zero emotions to showcase except the hollow stare. She feared that part of him. He felt empty most of the time which scared her.

To shut her anxious mind, she thought to find food to refresh her mind. Finding her ways at this huge Palace, she landed in front of the giant kitchen filled with staffs and chefs busy around.

Not thinking anything, she straight went inside asking, "Hello! May I know where to get the bread, butter and milk tea for evening snacks? I mean I need ingredients to make my one cup of milk tea." She sure had different choices for evening snacks.