"You must choose a wife for yourself,'' The King said, his brooding stare fixated on his son who was sitting on the throne chair on his right with a dark expression on his face. He noticed how the servants trembled while serving him the tea.
"Alright," Aleister nodded slowly.
Esme, who was standing behind the queue of princesses and noble ladies, glanced at him blankly. In front of her, he was pretending like he did not want to be involved in some political marriage but he looked alright with it right at this moment. She shook her head. What has it got to do with her?
She averted her gaze towards the Princess standing in front of her. She was the one whose handmaiden is sick but the Princess looked unaware of it.
Around twenty noble ladies were standing in the royal court with two people standing behind each of them. One is their maidservant and the other is a male guard assigned for their protection.
