Book 8: Chapter 23
“Hurry, hurry, hurry. Hurry up and finish the makeup. Her Majesty’s clothes still need to be prepared!”
“Who’s holding Her Majesty’s cape?! Who used to hold it?”
“It was always Castell.”
“Castell isn’t here now.”
The Empress sat in her chair with her eyes shut and allowed the makeup artist to do what she had to and speak to the others. The protocol officer, who was behind her, hesitated before asking, “So do you have a better candidate, Your Majesty?”
The Empress laughed and replied, “My son, of course. Did you need to ask? It’s a given that my son can be the one to hold my cape. Is there anyone else? Plus, both of us will be appearing at the annual meeting, so isn’t it perfect for him to hold my cape?”
“I shall go and notify His Majesty, in that case.”
The protocol officer nodded.
‘Yep, that’s why I rushed here.’