"What do you think about life?" Kristel wondered what he was going to say first, but she didn't expect it to be a question.
They were in the garden of the palace. She had seen the area when she first came here, and it's picturesque. The sun was at noon high, and the colors of the flowers were livid and rich. Kristel was standing next to the king, and she had a lot of questions for him.
Her eyes moved to the tall towering trees in the distance. Green was refreshing in the eyes. Her friends waited for her in the drawing room, after the gratitude of the king they ate with the prince. Inhaling the fresh air, questioning herself what she would answer. And why did he ask such a question?
What is life to her? And her eyes gradually darkened as she remembered her mother. And she knows the answ
