After finishing breakfast, Albert I took Shire for a walk along the manor's path.
The manor was very plain, and even the villa they dined in was only slightly bigger than a regular house, making Albert I seem more like a farmer than a king.
Of course, this was just his manor in Antwerp.
"I apologize!" Albert I said, "I couldn't provide you with a sumptuous breakfast!"
"No, it was fine," Shire replied.
He was being honest; the steak was decent enough, and what else could a sumptuous breakfast offer? Pizza? Turkey? Caviar?
Albert I nodded, his tone growing heavier: "Believe it, that was the best we could offer you!"
At first, Shire didn't understand what he meant, but as he followed Albert I past a wall, he saw a scene that explained it all: Albert I was using his manor to accommodate the people.
