XX. It is not too much to ask for, is it?

Nä-ræl walked out of her chambers with her father, hand in hand while Aälna followed behind the moment she sighted her mistress with her father.

On the way out of the east wing, Ærtle was sighted, all smiles as usual, his thin white lips opened wide in a goofy grin. His grey eyes shining brightly and his brown hair was swept backward and gelled. On his black tailcoat, he had his family crest resting on the chest side. His shoes were pointed like the kind Farah loved to wear.

"A good noon to you your majesty." He said giving a small bow.

The king grumbled a reply while Ærtle turned to kiss the back of Nä-ræl's hand. "And how are you today milady?"

"I do not think there is need for that question, seeming you asked me this morning." She replied sassily, snatching her hands from Ærtle's. She hated being rude to people, but Ærtle seemed to be crossing his boundaries.