The guest could not close their mouths at the wondrous palace of Tario's architect. It now seems too obvious that it was built for Queen Zaria. There was no wall without her portrait or poem.
The reception hall was also a shock for Queen Zaria who had seen everything else their guest were still marvelling at.
All the eighty-four letters she wrote were framed and mounted on the wall in their order. Not only that, King Vincent had written his responses to all of them. She read a few and stopped, his mischievous words making her blush.
"Did you have to write that!" she cried.
"You fantasised about me in your childhood. Your words sound innocent because you were too young when you wrote them, I am not," he responded, amused.
"I don't think anyone here want to know what you want to do when we are alone!"she cried again.
"Why are they reading then?" he asked with a grin while she rolled her eyes at him.
