Breakfast With King!

"Bonjour, His Royal Majesty."

While dusting her beautiful and embroidered gown, Aylin wished shyly, standing in front of the entrance of the garden.

Her hair was tied in a neat bun and adorned with a matching hair pin and a few loose strands were hanging on both sides of her oval face. Stella was good at decorating hair and Aylin was shining like a new penny.

Hearing her silvery voice, His Majesty looked up from his book and instantly, his lips curled up in a small smirk. He nodded briefly.

Aylin bowed to him deeply as she asked, "May I come in?"

"Of Course. I am waiting for you."

Returning his smile, Aylin entered the private garden of His Majesty.

They sat in the garden, at a table laden with sandwiches, cheese, fruits, pancakes and a plate of petite madeleines. 

A butler served a cup of tea as he asked in a very formal and low tone, "His Royal Majesty, should I start serving breakfast now?"

"Yes."