Chapter 187 - No Reservations (1/2)

Despite the lurking threat beyond the high walls of The Highlands, the breakfast feast of the Sui Family ended on a high note.

Just to silence her daughter, Queen Isla just made a pinky promise with Princess Maya that she would spend their quarantine at The Highlands by putting together a scrapbook for the spoiled princess.

They were in the midst of enjoying their after-meal tea when the baby nurse came forward, cradling the youngest addition to their family.

Princess Diwa was a spitting image of her mother, Princess Maya. She was already three-months-old and responded well to her surroundings. Every time someone cooes, the slits of her eyes would open and her tiny head would wobble as if finding the right direction where the sound was coming from.

It was an hour later, and Secretary Abbott stood like a vulture at a distance. Although the man was quiet, his presence was enough for the group to realize how much time had passed since the nurse brought out Princess Diwa.

After playing and cooing with the little Princess Diwa, Princess Maya and her husband stayed longer outside in the gardens to catch more sunlight for their baby Princess Diwa.

Meanwhile, King Alistair and Sir Abbott excused themselves and walked to the direction of the king's private office in the southeast wing of the mansion. It was the same wing that Princess Maya's little family was staying in.

Walking in the opposite direction, away from the king, was Maxen and Olivia who were too busy chatting. They didn't hear Queen Isla calling out their names.

At first, she couldn't let go of her granddaughter, but she had to speak with the couple in private, so she took her chance and caught up with the two. Her lips quivered as she watched the two walking in a side hug towards the northeast wing where their room was located.

”Maxen. Olivia.” Queen Isla tried to raise her voice so the two could at least hear her, but she guessed the couple was so lost in conversation for them to register their mother's voice. ”Heol. Why do they walk so fast? Or was it the pancake? Maybe it's the extra slice pulling my weight down.”

The queen gasped for air as she caught up to Maxen and Olivia who were rounding up a corner.

”Ehem. Your Majesty the Queen is passing by,” she announced herself, successfully splitting the husband and wife into two.

She had to double her pace just so she could reach them and she couldn't deny the odd satisfaction of breaking out a sweat after a heavy meal.

She then linked her arm with Olivia and dragged her beautiful daughter ahead, leaving Maxen behind, scratching the skin above his eyebrows.

He was helpless every time his mother split him apart from his wife. He knew the two would talk for hours and leave him out from their conversation as if he was a fly in the room.

As soon as they reached the private study inside Maxen's old bedroom, Queen Isla welcomed herself inside and sat on the seat across the desk.

That was her self-appointed seat ever since Maxen and Olivia moved into The Highlands.