Brenton wanted to make sure that Vanora felt the love from her people, and that they knew how much she wanted them to accept her.
“Now the queen’s gift to the people on her birthday.”
The servants carried out baskets filled with cakes to hand out to the spectators. They roared with happiness, and applauded shouting out happy birthday from all corners.
“When did you arrange this?” She laughed, and he smiled at her.
“Yesterday. The baker came up with the idea yesterday morning, and has been baking since. He wanted to give it to you as his gift to say thank you for your kind words of appreciation.”
“When?”
“Don’t you remember?”
“I remember us walking past his stall today.”
“No, my sweet Vanora, when you first arrived, his bread was the only thing you didn’t just swallow whole!” He la
