Esme was not used to be so informal to the Royals. Having been raised as a Princess, the rules were well instilled in her mind. Her Uncle was the King and she was only allowed to address him as 'Royal Uncle' in private.
But in Visteria, everything seemed different. The royal family was very welcoming towards her and she felt warm.
And as they say, blood sure runs thicker than water. Their nephew won't let her address him formally and they are on the same path.
''Uncle, Aunt,'' She was a little guilty of lying to them but as things were, she had to keep up the pretense, ''I don't see His Majesty...'' She said, taking a seat gracefully when Duchess Flora pointed her hand at the chair, an amicable smile was settled on the lady's face that replicated her husband's.
They looked happy when she complied with their wishes.
Duke Maverick waved his hand and a maid immediately came to serve the food.
