It was a fantasy come to life.
Sir Julius Ginellevé was accompanied by Her Majesty in the private gazebo—a place where they could meet and be alone without anyone to bother them.
There was a soft ambience in the air and he could hear the soft gurgling of the waves in the lake right behind him. In his field of vision, he was greeted with the sight of birds singing atop lush trees and butterflies fluttering in the air. It was a lovely atmosphere to be in right now.
But most important of all.
He could drink in her smile and enjoy the light of her eyes.
Admire how her skin glowed akin to a blossoming flower and relish her voice—a soft melody in the breeze.
It was a rare occasion for her to treat him this well—outside of their clandestine meetings and private quarters.
"Sugar or milk?" She asked him with a raised brow.
His lips curled into a smile, "Whatever you deem as fit." He really didn't need to drink anything but to take in the sight of her and enjoy her presence.
