Chargo was delivering some fabrics and flower oil perfumes. The palace gates opened and Isabel came out driving Aris' golf cart. Her long, black, cascading hair went past through Chargo's nose. His heartbeat was unnaturally fast. The first time he saw her this close, his chest fluttered he smiled unconsciously. A woman that caliber deserved to be a queen.
"Good morning, your highness."
Isabel Instantly gave him a charming smile.
"Hello, is there anything you need?"
Chargol was so smitten, he would want to pinch Queen Isabel's cheeks.
"Oh bringing these oils and some textiles."
The way her mouth shaped an O was so cute.
"Okay,"
She waved at one of the guards.
"Let this fine gentleman in."
How wonderful if she becomes his wife. Hashim is one lucky bastard. While he was drooling over Isabel, Carson, Isabel's on-duty security, noticed how Chargol was staring at the queen.
"Thank you, my queen."
