Dimitri POV
He hadn't been in the palace kitchens since his return. Not that much had changed, but he felt different. Especially the way that the guards and the one sous chef released from the interviews all bowed to him.
"I'm afraid tomorrow's breakfast is going to be whatever we have on hand cold," he said with a slight hint of apology. "Pastries, cereal, fruit. Blame whoever dared to poison Queen Irina."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The sous chef bowed low. "A terrible thing! But I can't see anyone in this kitchen doing that. Why, we all have too much pride in our work."
"I hope you are right," Dimitri replied. "Have you noticed anything out of place?"
"Captain Valerie already asked me, Your Majesty."
With a forbidding frown, Dimitri said, "Humor me. Do you see anything strange in this kitchen? Take a good look. Take your time. What is your name?"
"Milo, sir."
"Well, Milo, take a good look around," Dimitri commanded.