Imperfections of a Royal

14

When we reached the gate, Angelo and Saint were wearing their black suits. My eyes sparkled at Angelo. I guess my love for him won't easily fade even when he's ignoring me. I gave them a two-finger salute.

"Ruthy!" Althea called as she waves her fan. She was wearing a yellow high-waist dress with a white scarf on her neck. Simple and colorful outfits really suit her despite her age- not that I'm saying she's old or anything.

"We will be taking the train today since the bakery is located near your Uncle's house in the South-East, right?" Dad told Noah.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Noah answered as we sat in the carriage with Angelo and Saint outside in their horses.

The train station wasn't far from our palace. We had our own train that we can take anytime of the day.

I sat at the window side of the train and Althea was beside me.

"Is the bakery filled yet?" Althea asked.

I giggled. "Maybe. Don't tell me you're going to take some food?"

She laughed. "Of course not! We already have the best baker with us."

I smiled at what she said. I'm glad she appreciates Noah's talent like I do.

The view from the window was beautiful. Rinovea was like a countryside because of how almost all of our people have farms. We are rich in vegetables and fruits, also in herbs we use to create medicine. It amazes me how Noah and his Uncle manage to have a bakery in the village. The air is pure and the trees are big. I loved going outside because I can see what's happening in my surroundings. I feel connected to where I am and to my people.

"When we arrive, we can ride horses to head to the bakery since it's about an hour walk from the station. Is that okay?" Dad said from the front.

"Yey!" Althea exclaimed.

I giggled. Why does it seem that Althea is more excited than Noah?

A few minutes later, we arrived at the station and there were already horses outside.

We all had our own horses and we each had a guard beside us. The only thing is, Angelo was the one with me.

"Angelo, are you still mad at me?" I silently asked him when the group was a little ahead of us.

He looked in front "I'm not."

I was quite surprised that he talked to me. I thought he was still going to ignore me.

I smiled. "I'm sorry if I said mean things to you and that I shouted at you."

"I'm sorry too if I hurt you. I was just overwhelmed with my emotions."

I'm glad that he's finally talking to me. I thought to myself that if I'm starting to like Noah, it's because we're like friends already. My heart still belongs to Angelo.