The west palace garden.
It was a misty morning in Camelot. The castle that stood tall on the edge of the cliff with the sea below was still shrouded in white smoke at its peak.
In one corner of the palace, covered with a large and neat green lawn, the milky white gazebu seemed quite lively. Several servants were pacing back and forth with trays of food and drink.
There were about four women in beautiful silk dresses. In fact, gemstone tiaras glittered on their heads.
"Did Deniz choose one of the harem dwellers at the banquet last night?" asked a middle-aged woman with a large crown on her head.
"I'm sorry, Queen Mother, from the stories I heard, Prince Deniz left before the banquet ended," said a woman with wavy black hair.
The woman called the queen mother pushed the c
