"Peel some more."
The servant sat on the floor with his hands constantly peeling the orange peels one by one. Another servants stood and moved his hands up and down with a large feather fan toward a woman who was half reclining in a long chair on a red rug, her long hair hanging down and center in a comb, by the two maids beside her.
The sun was shining brightly over a cloudless sky, the royal balcony was laid out in such a way as to be a comfortable place for the Queen to rest. Glasses filled with ice cubes were laid on the table and allowed to melt. Sweetcakes filled with sugar melted in the heat sun.
The lazy sight of the queen is a common sight for the servants. All of them are in contrast to the former Queen Dwizella. The former queen would not allow herself to relax, even for a moment. She was busy but had a side that made the servants reluctant.
"Your Majesty … the White Wizard wishes to meet." A servant came from behind the door and bowed.
