Confection

It endeavors about crockery. Pictures, explanation, sentences, and words, and the voice of the Royal Duke to her hearing are like an endless guzzle burning in the name of knowledge.

Step by step, one by one, that's probably the reason she is The Queen.

Everything scattered on the table. Natureal likes that way it's. No servant would clean up after it unless it's ordered. And so, it'll be left as she felt the thirst has been quenched and satisfied yet of what she acquired.

First, the Royal Duke seems like a magpie without a scorch to cater to them.

It's nighttime, they have fewer meanings than a student and teacher. What adults look forward to more many in romantic scenes of Duchess and her Dukes is alacrity on their side only, it seems.

Duchess scoffed at it. The scattered papers are not a discredit for them. As Queen, where nights belong to her. Reading even a piece of rugged note nobody wanted, at times sliding her glasses in and out.

The maids who see it would ever be blushing. She doesn't understand. She's not a man for a woman and girl to be splattered flustered at it.

Metamorphose is going to take shape now. Since then and now, she recollecting axiom that's to herself working a workshop like without a man in endless nights.

Duchess's speaking. "I'm not aware of the men without authorization of the heart and mind's alert. And nothing inhibits romance and love works. What do you think of this, steward?"

She's rubbing a finger along the rim of a glass. Thought her lipstick would remain there. More so, she wants more of the drink. Maybe a half of the glass. "That would be good."

Her steward turns to her. Was it her answer to her question or was it she talked alone again? "Duchess, they say it never and based on believe it'll ever enfeeble you. How do you think of the it could the establishment answer in your life from point on?"

"I heard it never be a tentative but it could be it if I want it."

The Royal Duke replenished the supply with more crockery. Certainly, there're more to see and know about it. His eyes on Duchess reflect light shadow of the glass. She's one without any official duty titles, she's the same as any other women who can't ever be separated from the kitchen world.

He flips the pages again. He had no interest in breaking her conversation with other 'Royal Duke' if he could say directly presently. To think of it, he's a balanced stance apropos for the Queen and the Duchess titles.

Kingdom and Empire.

It sudden but Royal Duke quite dissent to say the woman's named Natureal who don't have her confection about men and power. Man taking off his glasses. "Truly, it's very punctilious to win heart and mind of yours, Duchess."

"I'm a woman. I deserve unconditional idolatry without apathy dabble deepened from a dear husband. I heard I could be a capricious wife insomuch always shown at her husband's side."

"Your euphemism about marriage life coming the royalty root origin?"

"Why should I not make it so?" Natureal is assertive about her position and tone.

It's night and they are questioning each other about what they want from each other. It's the one woman coming into power without help of the man.

"It diabolical to speak of love in about manner, Duke and Duchess." The voice of steward.

The Royal Duke into question. Is being Duchess's steward provisional?

No one disgraces it but that steward is the Duke and the Prince. At stream of cash cow, it's an emolument flow. The Royal Duke sees it covetous segment about position and the woman he serves, Duchess.

Let's see it, he's going to have insomniac as emperor brother? Looks like it's not letting him off the hook easily in sharing the burden. They say sharing is caring. So much audacity in the sentence!

A game about romance and love.

That's that see no romance and love about in men. Why does the Lord Duke on Duchess Natureal's side never see her easily because she's transcendent about it.

Natureal waved her hand to people behind her. They came taking the tray and adjusted more information about crockery. "It's night, dear. Even, I guess biped was already asleep. Let's energize ourselves for a better tomorrow without it lopsided."

The one room they're in kind of work office for Duchess. The steward behind glass partition, his lips have a light and small smile. Dear Duchess, does she compare us humans to animals?

"Biped?" Royal Duke's question.

"Why would you know it?"

"Are you boasting, Duchess?"

"Thanks to your drink, I could feel everything about works well. Thank you, Royal Duke." Natureal legislate to not make thing monotonous in conversation especially when she's out of titles.

Let the man take her punch, literally.

"Is ostrich adjunct to your late-night joke?" Or let punch back to her back, literally. The Royal Duke sniggering.

"You could have it served as backdrop. I don't think I'll able to solve the riddle that's feels like I'm playing a chess board bored and easily as usual."

She'll have to see the play at the theater. About men, she has them and it does change the perception about it half. Reading books, seeing plays, getting on gallivant about her husband.

"Duke Steward, tomorrow breakfast, a confection suits the gents very well," phase Natureal.

When will she be not ever in elation about men? The Empire's Emperor sure has insomnia even after giving Duchess task involving the heart and mind. The Emperor, he could forget having cloud nine but be modest as he should know it himself, things are eclectic.

Stretching her limbs because she's about to bang herself on the bed. May it purport in good willing and goodness will transmit yield the heart to have romance and love forgetting about men countenance she has seen before.