Chapter 186 - Safe Zones (2/2)

Olivia nodded her head to reply because her mouth was busy chewing a pancake that Maxen placed on her plate earlier. She glanced to her side and smiled, enjoying the flailing Maxen in his seat.

Taking her action as a yes, Queen Isla continued her story—the one she would never get tired of telling people for decades. ”King Alistair commended the royal chef for the delicious salad, saying the tomatoes were juicy and tasted fresh,” she said and snorted.

That story was gold. She wished she could finish retelling it without laughing, but it was hard not to, especially when the king never ate a single tomato ever again after that incident.

”It was the plants I peed on—the tomatoes. And Dad ate every single one of of the harvest that night,” Maxen deadpanned, ruining the mood of Queen Isla who threw her napkin across, hitting Maxen's face.

”Max! But I want to hear the story from Mom.”

”But I don't want you to hear that story. It's embarrassing.”

”Well, it wasn't you who ate the tomatoes. It was Dad. What's embarrassing with that?”

Queen Isla's head wobbled, sticking out a tongue when Maxen's gaze shifted towards her. ”Party pooper,” Queen Isla uttered. She stabbed the fruit on her plate and her eyes never left Maxen as she took a big bite of the cantaloupe.

”Haaaaay,” Princess Maya drew out a long and dramatic sigh. She took a sip of her fennel tea, which helped increase her low milk supply. ”I can't believe Mom never made me a scrapbook,” she complained.

She hated Maxen's scrapbook growing up because Queen Isla never made her one. All she had was a photo album filled with her photos.

”Aigoo, my princess is being jelly again.”

”I'm not jealous.” Princess Maya raised a single eyebrow in Queen Isla's direction.

”Trust me, Maya. Once baby Diwa can walk, you'll be busy making baby number 2 and by the time another royal baby is out, you'll know why I didn't make you a scrapbook.”

”But I'll make all of my children a scrapbook!”

”HAHAHAHAHAHA!” was the queen's reply.