"Bonjour, His Royal Majesty."
While dusting her beautiful and embroidered gown, Aylin wished shyly, standing in front of the entrance of the garden.
Her hair was tied in a neat bun and adorned with a matching hair pin and a few loose strands were hanging on both sides of her oval face. Stella was good at decorating hair and Aylin was shining like a new penny.
Hearing her silvery voice, His Majesty looked up from his book and instantly, his lips curled up in a small smirk. He nodded briefly.
Aylin bowed to him deeply as she asked, "May I come in?"
"Of Course. I am waiting for you."
Returning his smile, Aylin entered the private garden of His Majesty.
They sat in the garden, at a table laden with sandwiches, cheese, fruits, pancakes and a plate of petite madeleines.
A butler served a cup of tea as he asked in a very formal and low tone, "His Royal Majesty, should I start serving breakfast now?"
"Yes."
