Six months have passed since the Queen's arrival, Miguel never again received a single guest to his residence. He never went out, was never interested in meeting anyone, and was just busy with all the ingredients.
Miguel would sometimes stare at the wooden chair by the window for a long time, placing the teapot filled with tea and fish cakes on the table. No matter how many times he did this to erase his longing for the Queen, she never came again.
Miguel wonders, why?
Does the Queen hate him for his past actions? Was the beautiful woman now disgusted with him?
Miguel sat in front of the wooden chair that was once occupied by Queen Dwizella, the white fur of which he had cleaned every day, and he arranged it in such a way that he hoped that one day she would come back to visit and smile at him.
