THE Knight's Hidden Princess Chapter 189: Had Enough

DAHLIA POV

The kitchen wasn’t much better than I thought it would be. It was also quite strenuous like any other tasks in the fortress. I honestly do not know which was worse, freezing out in the cold or burning in the heat of the cooking stoves in the kitchen fires. My back drenched with sweat as I bent down to fan the fire cooking a pot that contained porridge that I’m pretty sure would taste bland.

The head cook, a big woman that looked like the size n combined yelled loudly, barking out orders like she was the captain of so warship. We all moved rapidly, fast, taking extra care while doing so. If we did anything wrong, the punishnts were severe. I once saw a girl who broke so dishes get her skin carved out by a piece of the dish she broke. Another one got beaten with a hot iron just because she burned the dish she was preparing. The whole kitchen slled of burnt flesh for a few days before we finally got over but despite it all, I continued to my duty, not giving the head cook any reason to yell at .

"Do you have no fucking arms?" The head cook suddenly yelled and I looked up to see her target was Ilyana who was busy stirring a pot of cabbage stew which was going to be our dinner.

"I’m so sorry Mistress!" Ilyana apologized, smart enough not to get into any trouble with the woman who sneered at her.

"Do not apologize to you fucking twat, stir that or I am going to be chopping those arms of yours off since they seem to be useless!" She roared causing Ilyana to let out a whimper as she stirred the soup.

They sure couldn’t have picked a better person for this job! I’m pretty sure when they were looking for who to give the job they looked for soone who looked terrifying!

"And what the fuck are you looking at?" She snarled suddenly.

I had to blink to realize that she was now looking at . Swallowing I shook my head and returned to my task. I have decided not to speak here and just pretend I was blind to everything, no matter how bad it hurts . I will soon be free of this and I will liberate this people along with .

The head cook didn’t seem quite pleased with my compliance because she suddenly stepped in front of . I ignored her and fanned the flas, trying not to fan it too hard or too fast. Making any mistake, even just a single one could lead to punishnts or worse get noticed which was sothing I didn’t want.

It would seem today just wasn’t my day because she slowly crouched in front of . "Look at ." I didn’t! "I SAID LOOK AT !" She roared and I did so.

I gazed upon her, looking at her face which had a stone cold gaze as she stared at . Her mouth was pulled into an ugly sneer as she stared down at .

"You know, there is sothing I do not like about you, Princess!" She hissed the word out as she leaned closer to and I tried not to wrinkle my nose at the way her breath stank.

Like that of old at mixed with vinegar!

The head chef continued to stare at before she gasped softly and I recoiled slightly at the air that ca out of my mouth.

At this rate I might just swear of at forever because that sll is just ugh! I thought to myself just as the head chef spoke.

"I’ve got it now." She murmured, "It’s your eyes. Your whole body screams submission but your eyes they say a different thing entirely." She said as she stared at , her hand reaching out to grab my cheek.

I recoil at her touch but she grasped my cheek firmly in her hand, glaring at and I glared back at her which only made her chuckle.

"There it is, there is that look." The woman said still grasping my cheek firmly, "That stubbornness is still there. You must think you are still so sort of big deal around here don’t you?" She asked .

I didn’t give her a response, I kept my mouth firmly shut not willing to give her any response or entertain her. But one thing was certain if she doesn’t get her hand of my face, she was going to beco handicapped for the rest of her life.

The head chef chuckled as if she could read my mind. "Uh oh, soone is starting to get really fierce? You like you are about to do sothing? Tell my lady, what are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it?" She asked this question while slapping on the cheek, each slap getting harder than the last.

My cheek hurts just a little bit and I know she was expecting so kind of reaction but I didn’t give her any. The lack of reaction made her only angrier, she stopped hitting and grabbed my cheek firmly, her pudgy finger digging into my skin.

"No reaction huh?" She asked and again no response from . The woman chuckled before she turned her head towards the stove, her eyes landing directly on the coals in the fire.

A wicked smile ford on her face before she reached for a tal poker that had been placed over the flas. She grinned as she stared at the red heat on the tip of the tal before she held it dangerously close to my eye. "Now, let’s see how long you can keep your face blank when I put this on you? The question though is where should I put it?" She asked searching my gaze for ay reaction.

I clenched my fist at my sides as I glared at the woman. It was starting to be a little difficult to keep my anger in check, if she doesn’t leave alone right now I am going to kill her right here and now.

"Oh I know, I think I will go for the eyes." She said, "Those eyes of yours are disturbing, almost like that of a witch and I hate it!" She said pressing the iron poker close to my eyes.

I tried to move backwards but the woman held firmly by my neck, drawing closer to the iron, so close I could see the air around the poker. Sweat began to form on my face which was caused from the heat of the flas and it hadn’t even being on my skin.

I blinked away trying to get as far away as I could from the poker. I heard whimpers coming from the other won as they watched and the smile on the head cook’s face only grew wider and she looked. In that mont, I swore she looked like a demon from hell, sent to tornt young won who weren’t compliant.

"Now, let’s see if this would make you look less attractive!" She cooed, "Hold still." She said lifting her hand to press the poker into my skin.

Alright, I’ve had enough! I thought to myself before I reached out and grabbed the woman’s hand that held the iron poker firmly in my fist. Her brows lifted up slightly in disbelief but I didn’t let go. The woman then smiled at , a smile that ant challenge accepted. She tried to move her hand but I held on to it tightly.

The woman stared at her hand then back at , the smile was gone from her face as she tried to push against , making sure that I get a scar. But I wasn’t having it not today at least, I pushed back, making the iron poker move from her face to hers.

The head cook grunted in surprise as she used bother hands to push back at , the iron poker already moving from her face to mine. She chuckled maniacally as she saw that she was now winning but that was only for a while. I raised my other hand, clenching it into a fist, I slamd it down on her hand, twice. She let out a grunt as the poker fell down to the grunt.

A look of rage was on her face as she glared at , "Let go you fucking..."

She didn’t get to finish her statent because I punched her in the face. A startled look appeared on her face as she blinked slowly. Once, then twice. Her gaze turned to look back at before she fell down on the ground knocked out.

Heaving out a sigh I stood up, "You really shouldn’t get on my nerves." I whispered to her body before I walked away heading towards where the loaves of bread were sitting in a couple baskets, I picked up one of them as I turned to look at the other won, "Supper anyone?"