The Royal Guard of blue cape.

At the castle large, towering dinning hall, of an ornated ceiling with paintings of the previous rulers of the Humane kingdom, side by side. Painted directly above the king and the princess, having their breakfast on a long dinning table, Randall took a golden cup filled with wine and gulped it down, dropped it back then stared at his daughter having both hands wrapped with blue clothes reaching to her elbow. 

“Wren, if the cooks were still in this world, this food would have been the more tastier who I'm I kidding it will be sweetest food you have ever tasted,” he pointed out, Wren raised her face up and smiled then she continued her food. 

Randall was partially stunned because he'd knew how Wren mostly talks about wishing to eat the cook's meal and knowing everything of their secret ingredients and their way of life.

Randall cleared his throat, “Hummm, Wren, what’s wrong?” Randall asked, “and how was your night, my dear?