TOO LATE TO REGRET

To celebrate his twenty years on the throne, Andrew's grandfather hosts a party inside his palace.

Constructed in the early eighties, the four thousand-and-fifty rooms sit over forty thousand square meters.

Looking lost among the hundred people who came to grace the occasion in the palace, Andrew led the way and he was followed by Andrea.

"Let's find somewhere to sit under the shade of those trees," Andrew let out.

He was trying to avoid the expected fussing that would come after his grandfather introduced him as the crown prince.

Since the place was crammed with visitors from far and near, locating an empty seat took a while.

"Over there, Andrew. Let's sit under those apple trees."

"Get us glasses of champagne," Andrew called out to a smartly dressed lady in a yellow polo shirt and pants.

"Will you love to live here when you are crowned as the king, or you planned to build your palace?" Andrea asked after sipping her wine.

Since O'Connor's villa was handed back to them, the

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