My Husband is a King

My Husband is a King
Looks Good


"Good morning, Prince Arshlan. Please sit in your seat." Queen Allura invited the new prince to come.


One of the servants immediately danced a chair and invited the prince to sit on it.


"Well, I hope you like our simple food." The queen mother humbled as she showed the delicious dishes of the cooks in the palace kitchen.


Prince Arshlan smiled and nodded. These simple foods that the queen mother said were too luxurious for her.


Because in Yorksland, he often arrange his food. He never eats foods that contain a lot of saturated fat, carbohydrates beyond the calculation of the level of his needs, every calorie that goes in he always calculated in order to maintain the stability of his internal energy.


A roasted chicken without seasoning plus two slices of boiled yam and some type of raw vegetable, he ate every day. Without taste or other additives. At least occasionally he tasted such food, for a distraction.


"Where is the princess, she hasn't been seen here yet?" ask the queen mother Theresa who saw the dining chair owned by the princess was still empty.


Queen Allura did not know where her daughter was going. It's not usually too late for breakfast like it is today.


"Servant, try to call the princess to join breakfast here immediately. Everyone had gathered waiting for him!" the queen's word to the servant.


But a palace ladyboy came and interrupted. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. Princess Estelle is in the kitchen. He told me to wait a little while because he'll be joining."


The queen nodded her head.


"Is he cooking something?" ask the queen mother.


The lady-in-waiting smiled as she bowed her body without answering Her Majesty's question.


Not until five minutes later. Princess Estelle came with the ladies-in-waiting from behind.


"What did you bring, Princess? Is the food of these chefs any less for you?" ask the queen in curiosity.


Meanwhile, the ladies-in-waiting princess Estelle brought boiled sweet potatoes and also raw vegetables that had been washed clean.


"Based on the information I have, Prince Arshlan does not eat food like this, Mom, Grandma" said the princess, smiling at the prince.


Meanwhile, prince Arshlan looked at princess Estelle strangely.


Am I dreaming?


Prince Arshlan doubted whether what he saw in front of him was really the princess? The princess, who had always been indifferent and judes to him, now brought him a special meal.


Although he raised his eyebrows to show a doubtful expression from his heart, but the prince still smiled and showed his happiness.


"Where do you know all this, baby?" ask the queen mother.


"I'm .. I found out everything, Grandma." Princess Estelle answered the queen mother's question while sitting on the chair that her lady-in-waiting had pulled. The chair was the one facing off against the property of prince Arshlan.


"That's great. How, Prince? My granddaughter already looks like a good wife, doesn't she?" said the queen mother once again.


Although Prince Arshlan doubted what he saw, he nodded his head at the queen's question.


"Yes, right, Your Majesty. She was indeed the ideal empress."


After hearing the words of the prince, Princess Estelle responded to the prince's words. "Isn't that right, Grandma? If I had to LOOK GOOD as his future wife?"


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