"Why do I have to wear this?" A young, twelve year-old dwarf whined as his mother tried on a green velvet robe that has rustled feather sleeves.
The mother, who had a warm smile on her face, just shook her head at her son's remarks. "Because it was the king's coronation day today." The mother exclaimed with eagerness in her voice.
The young dwarf just frowned his face; he does not understand what his mother meant by it. "Whatever that is, that isn't my fault." The young dwarf reasoned out, thinking that his mother was scolding him.
The young mother let out a loud chuckle at her son's mischievous reply. "I know, I know… Stop being upset; everyone was invited to the palace today for a festive event. There are a lot of foods and sweets in the castle."
At the mention of sweets, the young dwarf's eyes stretched widely with a huge smile planted on his tiny face. "Sweets? Well, I like sweets—I've never tasted any of them in my entire life."
