It was time for dinner. The group went to the Inn’s dining hall, where round wooden tables were lined up neatly. But the entire room was so empty that a dropping coin would echo in the whole gallery. Princess Charlene heads straight to the nearest table with her maids and escorts. The old gentleman that the group saw as the receptionist rushed to their table.
The old fellow's sweat dropped down like rain, evident by his wet shirt. Charlene did not raise any questions even though the man trembled with a shaky voice as he spoke to the group. “Sorry, but if it's fine, dinner is not on time. It will only be for a couple of minutes, dear guests.”
“Do not worry about it, good sir. My servants and I are not hungry, so we are willing to wait.” Charlene replied to the older man with a smile.
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