Watching her own father walk into the grand mansion holding an umbrella, Margaret smiled and offered the proper respect to her father and the king of this kingdom, standing at the doorway.
After handing over the umbrella to her attendant behind her, His Majesty took off his cloak: "Margaret, I saw Colin today at the northern ruins."
"You two had drinks again?" As a woman, Margaret instantly focused on the critical detail that her father had not mentioned in his entire sentence.
"A man should indeed drink," the middle-aged man said with a hearty laugh, then glanced at Margaret: "Where's your sister Faye?"
"She's at her classmate's house playing." Margaret smiled as she took her father's cloak and hung it on the rack by the annex door—avoiding extravagance and waste was a family teaching of the Mowish family; back before becoming king, the Mowish family was just a duke in the south.
They had no such unrealistic troubles.
