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Could there be anything finer than bed and breakfast in the capital?
Ndulou feels luxurious on his first ever breakfast in bed.
He looked at the bed tray breakfast table as he wet his lips with saliva due to the savory appearance of the warm pancakes, eggs, and sausages with fine coffee.
The open window and the dancing of the curtain due to the soft wind add to the relaxing ambiance of the room.
The air smells like a daydream, as it is the first time that his morning pace is not hectic, as if life drifts by rather than marches.
However, this seems to be peaceful, and a warm breakfast in bed would be perfect if it wasn't prepared by the baron.
"What's wrong? Do you not like what I have prepared?" Baron Miyano asked his son, who was just staring at the food.
"No, father, I like it. Thank you." He starts to chop the sausages and pancakes, but he still doesn't put anything in his mouth yet.
