Private Meal
Oliver played his lute while Lily practiced her dance one last time. Lily had one more opportunity to refine the routine. While she was getting better, the bard had no clue why such a strict time constraint was put upon them. Giving her at least a week to prepare would have been much better.
All they had to practice was the current day and the next.
He wondered if it was just another of the idiotic royal traditions that had crept up into his life.
He chucked at the thought. He felt quite fortunate to have such close ties with the royals. Not so long ago, he was just a bard, striving to earn enough to support his struggling family. He was now the court bard, and his entire family had everything they needed to live a peaceful life.
Oliver would never be able to thank Fennel enough for his kindness toward not only him, but also Dylan and Marigold.
Fennel clapped enthusiastically once he saw the princess bow.