The last lunch of the week I have to attend. This time with Lord Hamblin, I heard he is also one of the strong candidates who might take the position of King.
And one more thing, he has a son only three years older than me. This lunch there will be two people coming, I guess the other one is his son too.
Another prince-to-be wants to meet me. I smile now, I didn't dare imagine anyone with the title of prince, Lord or Sir three months ago, but now I feel like I can choose anyone.
Strange fate.
Lunch this time was held in the inner garden of the kingdom. It wasn't a formal lunch, just an informal visit, so Olev prepared this lunch casually.
"Your Majesty Lord Hamblin." Of course, I've met Lord Hamblin, an older man with great charisma and charming with a friendly demeanour.
I smiled at him. He politely bowed to his position. I quickly shortened the protocol, and I didn't want to keep him hunched over for too long.
