“Isn’t it obvious?” Afet grinned.
As they were walking down the long and uncanny halls, Joonam could smell the rosemary and cooked meat coming from the kitchen.
“Do you know how to cook?”
“Of course not. I was living off a vending machine.”
Afet lead Joonam to a large room with white walls and vents sticking through them. Many robotic arms and penurious maids were cooking the food. A completely different environment from the rest of the palace.
“Why can’t you replace all the workers with robots?” Joonam asked.
“Engineers are expensive. Get to work.”
Joonam was cluelessly standing in the middle of a busy crowd of workers rushing food out the door.
“Here, just take this.”
Afet handed him a plate of kebabs with saffron rice and dried cranberries.
“Just serve the plate and come back to me.”
Joonam rushed through the doors attempting to serve someone. Joonam quickly noticed Alibek speaking to the foreign visitor. He rushed over to the prince, thinking about what Afet said before. Before he could speak to Alibek, Joonam was pushed to the side by an old man dressed in a decorated military uniform.
“Another servant of Alibek? How about you stop by my chambers when you're done," He seductively stated.
Joonam had never been more disgusted. Suddenly, a horrifying aura was emanating behind the threatening geriatric. Just then, for a moment, the room went silent. In the blink of an eye, the retired militant was on the ground. Not one could figure if what took place was heroic or wrongful.
“I’ll kill you,” Alibek uttered.
The prince stormed off in a hurry. The paramedics came as fast as they could.
“Majdala isn’t breathing,” One of the nurses worriedly stated.
Joonam dropped the plate of food and ran, attempting to find Alibek but to no avail. Running on the carpeted floors, he made his way to the outside premise, where he found the prince sitting next to one of the fountains. He looked at Alibek in the eyes, thankful for what he did.
“Don’t worry, he’s probably not dead. Probably.”
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