I stared at the different themed invitation letters that were laid on my table.
The event organizer that King Markus had called for me is sitting in front of me, waiting for me to choose among the invitation letters that she prepared by herself that she thinks would suit my test and fit the event.
All of them were too colorful and grand for my taste. "Do you have something much simple and less colorful."
"You can tell me the design you have in your mind and I'd make it right away," she said enthusiasticly.
It's evident that she's elated to be chosen to organize and help me design for the coronation. Didn't she expect this thing at all? Isn't she the greatest person out there to handle this kind of event?
"I was thinking of something plain. I want a plain white background with classic black fonts."
"But princess! This isn't a funeral!" she gasped at my answer. "Are you sure that you don't want anything from my samples? We can do some changes with them."
"None of them appease to me. I wa