*Ascencia*
The royal tailor, with his fashion crew, arrived at the palace of Ascencia to take measurements for the wedding dress of the bride and the suit of the bridegroom.
Minutes before their arrival, King Nixon and his wife were relaxing in the living room while at the same time engaged in a serious discussion.
King Nixon was seated on a couch, his legs crossed as he glanced through a file in his hand while his wife was on a separate couch knitting wools.
Queen Neticia raised her gaze from the area of her hand and she settled it on her husband who still appeared busy with the file in his hands. She took a deep breath hoping that which she would say next wouldn’t shatter the peace of the evening. If she had her way, she would just sweep the matter under carpet and choose to ignore i
