Lost His Mind
Easton didn't understand the importance of watching over the Princess as she ate. Her hair covered half of her face when she ate. It created a curtain that blocked his view of her mouth.
However, she ate well, bringing the fork to her mouth multiple times before focusing on a different dish.
Easton was never one to question His Majesty's decisions. He remained by the grand walls of the dining room, staring at the Princess.
Eventually, she settled her utensils down and gingerly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. He never realized it before but she was quite elegant. Her sitting posture was straight and her legs were planted perfectly upon the ground.
Easton supposed there were different sides to her than the demure and dreary one.
"All finished, Princess?" Easton asked once she rose to her feet. She did it in a way that the chair did not scrap behind her.
"Yes."