Hearing footsteps coming from behind, he quickly turned around, removed his hat, and paid his respects: "Your Majesty."
"Sir Arthur." Leopold smiled, motioning for him to sit: "Brussels welcomes you."
The Green Hall wasn't formally set for reception today; only two wicker chairs and a small pearwood table by the window. The tea set was ready, and the tea was still warm, filled with the Keemun Tea that is highly praised among Britain's upper society.
"Comfortable at the hotel?" Leopold asked: "I specifically asked Bellevue to prepare an English breakfast for you; was it authentic enough?"
Arthur smiled, with a composed tone: "The ham sandwich, anchovy paste, and prune pudding tasted even better than what many London restaurants serve; Your Majesty is very considerate."
"Glad to hear." Leopold chuckled lightly, picking up his teacup: "Delina, my niece, is she doing well lately?"
