Aquamarine...
They immediately rose to their feet, their expressions expectant as they watch us approach, and turnip stops before her Aunt and Uncle with a controlled smile.
“The royals would like to stay until dinner and have some more chat with me, is that okay?”
“Of course, it would be our honour to host them.” Her aunt speedily replies, drawing forward slowly.
“Since it's almost lunchtime what would your royal highnesses like to eat?”
“It’s okay Aunt, I will prepare lunch for everyone.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you should be hosting the Royal Prince and Princesses since they took their time to come here and see you.” Her uncle steps beside his wife with a frowned brow, and in agreement his wife nods vehemently.
“Your uncle is right; we have maids for a reason. How can you lea
