"What's wrong with you, Jenny? You've been acting weird. Why are you slacking off? You're usually good at cooking and everything else! But now—look at this disaster!" the head butler barked, glaring down at Lyra, who was fumbling with eggs like they were weapons about to explode.
"Uh… I… I'm working on it…" Lyra muttered, trying to flip something that was supposed to be an omelette but looked more like a battlefield.
"You don't usually get whipped, but today…" CRACK! The whip landed across her back.
"AHHHH! What the hell was that for?!" Lyra yelped, hopping around the kitchen. CRACK! Another lash.
"Ahhh! Stop, stop, stop! It's just eggs, not a war crime!"
"Make it right, or you'll get more!" the butler barked.
Lyra clenched her fists, tears streaming down her face. "This is UNACCEPTABLE! I can't take this anymore!"
Just then, the princess walked in. The butler straightened so fast his back cracked. "Y–Your Highness! You shouldn't be here—"
