Iridia: Apprentice Chef & Killer

"The first year of my apprenticeship was uneventful, but full of mistakes. All new commis spend their first year in the kitchen serving under Pastry Chef Chicory, baking bread and making simple desserts. For me, time passed in a haze of scorched loaves and sugarless pastries. Carelessness was beaten out of me with the loss of my free time. l learned quickly that I cannot have a moment of rest when I have to re-bake a dozen or more loaves because I've made sweet rolls too sweet or tarts too tart. Through it all I learned to be meticulous and neat in my work".
"It's been three years now, and even though I am fulfilling what even I thought would be my destiny, I still feel incomplete, empty. To my family I am a good, if not eccentric, daughter. To my master I am diligent, if not forgetful, apprentice. But I don't know what I am. There's a part of me that wanders in the recesses of my soul that my consciousness cannot reach. At the end of the day , when the distractions are gone, I'm hollow and the question still lingers; What am I?
Despite how I feel, life in Castle Annabelle is luxurious. It is a life of splendor and opulence that could send anyone to an early grave from overindulgence. She is a grand castle, surrounded on three sides with sheer cliffs and craggy rocks that are continuously whetted by the merciless waves of the Sepulchure Sea. Life in the castle is palatal indeed but not if you are the staff.
I've never actually seen the main hall of the castle. Only Chef Boldo and his second, Sous Chef Harissa, are allowed in the main halls and rooms of the castle. I, and those of my ilk, are restricted to the maze of servant's corridors that run behind the walls of the castle. As an apprentice chef, a commis, I am even further restricted in my wanderings, something which causes great annoyance to me and the other three apprentices in my cohort. The others and I are only allowed to amble about the kitchen and chef's garden. Head Chef Boldo says that if we were allowed to wander we would only get up to mischief and mayhem. Worst part is that we couldn't argue because we had already poisoned a guard with a very bad habit of trying to take advantage of new and very young kitchen apprentices. Fruit tarts laced with nightshade curbed her bad behavior quickly. It wasn't a lethal dose but enough for her to mess her self and vomit on the Raven Guard staff sergeant. Chef doesn't know about that particular escapade. and I hope he never finds out, Raven Guard Cicely is his cousin.
Chef Boldo is a big bear of a man with skin as black as the coals we use to heat the oven. The hair on his head and beard, though usually rolled up and covered, hang down in dreads that are thick and tangled like vines. He is covered from head to toe in thick mat of coarse and curly follicles that grows more like moss than hair. He has arms and legs that are thick and sturdy as oak stumps and his altitudinous stature made him a menacing figure in our kitchen and throughout the house. Despite his appearance his temperament in completely juxtaposed.
I quite like the man. He's stern and fair and taught me everything I know about food: How to bake, broil, flambe, sear, and fry. He taught me how to taste with each of my senses taking in the very essence of food and not just the flavor my tongue receives. Without this man I wouldn't be half the mediocre chef I right now, haha. He says that I've got talent but I am still in training right now so I can't claim true greatness yet.