When she entered the drawing-room, she immediately noticed the dissatisfied curl of his lips -- or so the princess thought. But it hardly bothered her anymore. In fact, Nunnally was surprised by how little she cared, now that his sister had spilled quite a bit about him.
So, the princess hummed as she offered him a deep curtsy. A custom of sorts. After all, he was the king, and technically above her.
“I hope I’m not disturbing Your Majesty’s solitude.” – she said, fully aware she was doing exactly that. But why worry? Nunnally glanced around the room, the skirts of her dress rustling with their own quiet voice, his heels clacking on the elegant wooden floor. After a few moments of deliberate fuss, performed purely for effect, she added: --
“I think Your Majesty may have overlooked that the season has already arrived…”
All the balls, the dances, the feasts; oh!, the beauty of wintertime!
“There are no decorations. No plans for celebrations. And while I understand it might seem unnecessary, boring, or excessive, I believe it is still essential to maintain at least some level of tradition. It is what is expected from every monarch. A display of power and status.” – oh!; she knew he could show magic. She loved it, but that would be far too excessive.
“If Your Majesty wishes, I can take care of everything.” – Nunnally offered with an innocent smile as she took the seat right beside him.
let's call it a semi-plotted starter with @starzfield ; for the evil king who is not so evil