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As I stepped onto the palace walkway, a sense of awe washed over me. The sheer grandeur of the place was breathtaking, and I couldn't help but feel privileged to tread upon this hallowed ground.
The pathway stretched before me like a shimmering ribbon, leading to the king's private breakfast spaces nestled within the heart of the palace.
The morning sunlight poured through the towering arches on either side, casting long shadows across the meticulously polished marble floor.
The warm golden hues danced and flickered, lending an ethereal glow to the surroundings. It was as if the very sun conspired to bestow its radiance upon this sacred passageway.
Delicate vines, adorned with vibrant blooms, twined their way up the towering columns that lined the walkway. Their petals reached out, eager to greet the gentle breeze that whispered through the corridor, carrying with it the sweet fragrance of jasmine and roses.
The air was alive with the harmonious symphony of bird songs, as feathered creatures perched upon sculpted stone balustrades, adding their melodious notes to the tapestry of the palace's morning chorus.
Intricate carvings adorned the walls, depicting scenes of mythical creatures and heroic figures, their stories immortalized for generations to come. The soft light from ornate chandeliers overhead highlighted every intricate detail, casting delicate shadows that seemed to dance to an unseen rhythm.
To my left, the walkway opened up to an exquisite courtyard, where a meticulously manicured garden unfurled its splendor. Colorful blossoms reached for the heavens, standing tall against the backdrop of verdant foliage.
A bubbling fountain stood at the center, its cascading waters shimmering with the reflections of the surrounding flora. Birds fluttered about, dipping their beaks into the sparkling water, their playful chirping echoing through the morning air.
As I continued my journey, I couldn't help but marvel at the perfect blend of openness and beauty that enveloped this magnificent walkway.
The architecture seemed to celebrate the marriage of nature and human craftsmanship, inviting me to bask in the majesty of the natural world while reveling in the achievements of those who built this masterpiece.
With every step, the anticipation of entering the king's private breakfast spaces grew. I knew that behind the ornate doors, a world of indulgence and opulence awaited me. But for now, I cherished the serene walk along this extraordinary passage, a testament to the harmonious marriage of nature's gifts and human ingenuity.
"Can we talk before you go in, your highness?" Roland halt in his track and turned. I did not want to meet with his face because what he did to me.
"No, sir Roland," I walked and passed him. It was too late to apologize. The damage had already be done and if he was truly sorry, he would fix it.
As I walked into the room, the tantalizing aroma of the morning feast greeted my senses, beckoning me closer. The table before me was a sight to behold, adorned with a lavish spread fit for royalty. As the sun cast its warm golden rays through the stained glass windows, I couldn't help but marvel at the opulence that awaited me.
"Miss Arabella?" I heard my name. The voice was familiar. It belonged to the king. I have to pay my respect so I turned and bowed.
"Good morning, your highness," I greeted with my eyes staring at the bare floor. Everything in this palace seemed extra ordinary including the dark aura that follows the king.
"You don't have to be so formal, Arabella," He said, as he walked and passed me. "I invited mother for breakfast but she said you will be joining me. Come, let's eat together.
I felt a rush in my stomach. The butterflies at it again. Quickly I raised my head up and sat down. He was wearing a blue rope, boy fully dressed for the day. His dark hair was beautiful tied to the back. His eyes…wow, I just noticed they seemed reddish from this angle.
"Lets eat, please," he was polite.
My gaze settled upon the intricately carved wooden table, embellished with delicate silverware and shimmering crystal goblets.
The centerpiece was a bountiful display of freshly picked fruits, arranged with care to showcase their vibrant colors and tempting juiciness. Ripe oranges, succulent berries, and plump grapes teased my taste buds, promising a burst of natural sweetness.
Adjacent to the fruit extravaganza sat a golden tray, adorned with an array of warm, freshly baked pastries. The scent of buttery croissants and flaky danishes wafted through the air, their golden exteriors glistening under the gentle light.
I could practically hear the soft crunch as I imagined biting into their delicate layers, revealing a melt-in-your-mouth perfection within.
But it was the sight of the main course that truly stole the show. A silver platter dominated the center of the table, heaped with an assortment of delicacies fit for a king's morning repast.
Towering stacks of pancakes, their edges delicately browned and topped with a generous drizzle of maple syrup, beckoned me closer. Beside them, thick slices of perfectly cooked bacon sizzled, their irresistible aroma mingling with the rich scent of freshly brewed coffee.
Eagerly, I approached the platter to discover a symphony of flavors awaiting me. Scrambled eggs, light and fluffy, were seasoned to perfection with a hint of chives and a sprinkle of black pepper.
Next to them, a dish of creamy grits, made with love and an expert touch, provided a comforting warmth. And there, nestled in a silver chafing dish, lay a succulent ham, carved into generous slices that promised a burst of savory satisfaction.
As I surveyed this royal breakfast feast, my heart swelled with anticipation. The attention to detail and the culinary mastery displayed before me left me in awe.
It was a breakfast fit for kings, crafted with precision and devotion to ensure a dining experience of unparalleled decadence.
With a contented smile, I took my seat at the table, grateful to partake in this extraordinary morning ritual. The ambiance of the room enveloped me, and I savored each bite, relishing in the knowledge that for this moment, I was a queen feasting on a breakfast fit for the king of Aerendia.