“Well, man? Speak!” the king commanded in a voice that spoke of too much rich food that disturbed his slumbers and too little success in swaying his wilful daughter.
Adrien collected her scattered thoughts and spoke with barely a tremor in her voice. “Sire, I bring for your daughter a marvellous instrument. It will make the moon appear so close, she might reach out and touch it.”
The princess rose to her feet and, with dainty steps, approached Adrien, who remembered to bow low before her. She was a head shorter than Adrien and looked up from underneath thick black lashes with eyes as deep as forest pools.