Carlos exited the car and looked at the grand palace's entrance.
"Let's go in," Karmen said, guiding him forward.
They ascended the marble staircase. Carlos took in his surroundings, the lavish floral arrangements, the gleaming chandeliers, the air scented faintly with roses and cedar.
When they reached the main hall, Lester, who had been waiting near the entrance, greeted them with a polite bow. "Please wait here. I'll inform His Majesty of your arrival," she said before quickly disappearing down a corridor.
Carlos sank into one of the plush velvet sofas, crossing his legs with ease. He was excited to meet the Queen rather than the King.
"The Queen doesn't entertain light conversation, Carlos. She is quite blunt sometimes. Also, the Queen doesn't like to beat around the bush. So, it would be better if you're direct in approaching her," Karmen advised him.
Carlos was least interested in knowing that. He was a man of his word.
