My father and I went for a walk in the rose garden. We heard the maids gossiping about stealing my stuff, and no one cared about that. I could feel my father's arm tremble and march to the maid, "how dare a mere maid to steal her master's stuff." Hearing Daniel's voice, the maids stiffened and apologised immediately. I see their shoulders tremble with fear and the rage in my father's eyes. Just for a moment, those blue eyes glowed, then noticing me, he summoned those maids to his office later and assigned them to the nearby knight.
"Sorry for scaring you, my dear daughter." Father stroked my back and kissed my forehead. We walked until sunset father showed me different types of flowers other than roses and said mother is the one who manages the garden because of her kind heart and the love she shares with everyone. The flowers Blossom beautifully, and he also thanked me for taking after my mother's kind heart. Feeling safe and happy, I fell asleep on my father's shoulder.
Every morning, crawl became a show for my mother and Miya. The next day, I started to crawl a few steps. Miya already informed Martha that I began to crawl, and she also started to watch me.
It's six months since I was born, and there are only ten days to the banquet to welcome my father and my orientation as a crown princess. So maids work so hard, and the whole palace is decorative, and I heard guests from far away places have arrived and stayed inside the palm palace; it's near my father's courtroom. Many people have not known me, so my father ordered Miya not to take me to the garden for ten days. Fortunately, I could see the rose garden from my balcony.
In the evening, Miya took me to the balcony with some blankets and kiwi puree. The view from the balcony was so charming; the wind picked the rose petals and their lovely scents and the pink sky as the sun set into the clouds. I was having my snacks, admiring the view, and I felt someone was looking at me, so I searched for that individual. In the middle of the garden near the carp pond, I could see a beautiful boy who seemed to be a year older than me. His crimson hair shines brightly, big gapes like eyes staring back at me with curiosity. Overall he looks like a doll out of the portrait. I unconsciously pointed my hand toward him; Miya glanced where my hand pointed and giggled, "my princess, he is the youngest son of a duke from the south people also call him duke of sun." I remember mentioning the duke's name in the courtroom. I studied him. He picked a red rose and admired it for a few minutes, then kept it in his head and smirked at me. It was a surprise to see a smirking attitude on a year-old kid.
Two days before the banquet, a distinguishing fashion designer came to design an elegant dress for me, but every single dress seemed heavy and overly optimistic about the flower pattern. So I selected a dress with little embroidery work and a flower pattern—a blue colour A-lined dress which compliments my eyes and my pink hair. The designer seemed shocked that I selected this dress out of all the splendid worked dresses. He smiles "it seems the princess Letitia is more elegant and modest than I thought." The clothing and accessories selection lasted two days until the last moment of the banquet.
On the day of the great event, my parent came to my room, picked me up in their arms, and kissed me, saying I was adorable. Hall was so bright and decorated with red gems. Guests were happy, and they were waiting for us to enter. A big announcement took place right before we entered. Everyone's eyes were on us, making me nervous; noticing that my dad pat my back and whispered that I would be fine. My nervousness seems to be gone now, and I glance over the hall to see where the kid is. In a few minutes, the duke of sun and his family members greeted us." we welcome Your Highness, Queen Martha, princess Letitia."
Maynard Aubade, the duke and Kayla Rhodes, the duchess, introduced me to their youngest son Christian Aubade who is one year old. Christian stared behind his mother for a moment; he came forward and held my hand "your so pretty. I like you", said those words. as soon as I blushed, he smirked. After them, marquess Odin and his only daughter Hazel Odin came to greet us. Hazel is the same age as me and has very distinguished brown hair as of late marchioness Sahra. Father soon made Hazel my playmate.