The chef, who's name was James, nodded brightly.<strong>"I mostly only knew the kitchen staff, but some servants and butlers I became friends with.  They got rid of all of the kitchen staff because they were afraid that those loyal to the memory of the old queen might try to poison the new King."</strong>James scoffed as if such an idea were completely preposterous, but continued.<strong>"I could tell you what kinds of food some of the butlers and servants liked, and what sort of moods they generally had, but if I set foot on the palace grounds, I could be thrown in jail.   So I'm not sure if I could tell you who is who.  Most servants at the palace work hard at being invisible to noblewomen like yourself.  They wouldn't feel comfortable being approached, even if you did know their names."</strong><br/><br/>He stopped and rubbed a hand across his chin,<strong>"At first anyways.  Most servants have a dim view of nobility... as well we should.  With a simple word, they can cause our jobs, our very lives to be forfeit.  if you did something to distinguish yourself from the other nobles, to the commoner, I suppose you'd find it a lot easier to approach a servant."</strong><br/><br/>James shrugged, not having much else to add on the subject.   But he did ask,<strong>"So I'd be sharing the servants quarters with Eva?" </strong>His grin told that such a thing would be far from unpleasant.