The emperor was a man of little words. His short speech was not new to any noble in the hall. Even the way he held the young princess and sat on the throne with her baby arms dancing in the air as she settled on his lap was not new to them. He had done the same when the crown prince was a baby.
''Your imperial majesty Happy birthday.''
''Happy birthday, your imperial majesty.'
''Your imperial majesty looks beautiful as always.''
''Your imperial highness has grown up to a wonderful crown prince.''
''Your imperial highness, do you remember my daughter?''
''Your imperial majesty….''
''Your imperial highness….''
