A week after their arrival back to the Palace, the celebration over their return was finally dimming. But that only meant their return to all the work piled up for them. And needless to say, it was starting to get on Aurora's nerves.
"You haven't touched your meal yet again, Your Majesty. is the food not to your liking once again?" Madeline asked, unable to even finish her own food out of respect for the woman. Aurora sighed, placing her fork down. "It is not that I do not feel like eating, it's just that… I cannot concentrate. There's so much on my mind."
Madeline and Anne exchanged a glance, before the girl suddenly clapped her hands together, beckoning a set of maids to come forward. "That is why I prepared something else!"
This peaked Aurora's interest, as the maids placed a new plate before her. The moment they lifted the lid, a sweet aroma wafted all over them, making Aurora inhale deeply. There it was, her favorite dessert. Blueberry tart.
