On the table.
There is water, flour, and sugar.
The woman in white is seated at the table, her face rosy, making all kinds of exquisite pastries.
Two maids sit beside her helping out.
One of the maids says with a smile, "Madam, if His Highness knew that you make so many pastries for him every day, he would surely be extremely touched."
"Really?"
The woman in white asks with a smile.
"Of course."
"It's just, we don't know when His Highness will return."
The two maids say, a hint of longing in their expressions.
The woman in white glances out the window, smiles, and says, "He will come back sooner or later."
Tap tap!
Before she finished speaking.
A sound of footsteps arises.
"Huh?"
"Is someone coming?"
"Who would come here?"
"Could it be His Majesty?"
The two maids hear the footsteps and immediately look towards the staircase with a hint of suspicion on their faces.
"Why don't you go and see?"
The woman in white says with a smile.
"Alright."
