"My King… you have never cooked anything since you were a child…" the head of the kitchen was worried about the idea of the king in the kitchen.
Yet, Micah was offended by what he heard. He looked him straight in the eyes. "I can cook, now leave." His mood swiftly plummeted at his comment.
However, the poor man was still trying to save his king and the kitchen. "What about me being your assistant? I will help you with whatever you need." He could also keep an eye on the king in the process.
Micah shot him a dagger look, before he spoke sternly. "Leave. This. Kitchen. Now." He emphasized every word that he said, as he was irritated by the way these people treated him.
He was able to cook a simple dish, even though, around this time, no one had ever seen him near a stove. Thus it was understandable if they were worried about him.
However, he was still offended.