QUOTE : has approached me and Aksel was nearby, Aksel practically chased him away. This happened even before Aksel and I were together. And Aksel happens to be our last stop on the tour. Because it’s Sunday and it’s the evening, I know just where to find him. He’s in the living room, in his usual chair, drinking brandy. I had told him twice already that Amelie was coming, hence why I was actually using my day off. I normally would just march right over to him, but since I’m supposed to be the mere nanny and he is a King and this is my supervisor of sorts, formality rules. I clear my throat loud enough for Aksel to hear it. “Pardon me, sir,” I say, and he turns in his seat to look at me, brows raised. “But I have a guest here to meet you.” I look to Amelie but her cool French façade is cracking and she’s frozen in her tracks. “Amelie, this is His Majesty