The old gentleman with a seemingly serious demeanor suddenly cracked a joke, which inevitably amused both Arthur and Victoria present.
Victoria looked at the amiable old man who suddenly played the jester, and couldn't help but ask with a maiden's innocence, "Sir Herbert, I always thought being the King's personal secretary was a great position, do you always have to endure such hardships?"
Taylor shook his head with a smile, spreading his hands with a knowing look: "Your Highness, this is the fate of an old servant. When I was young, I carried the luggage and guns for the Duke of York, and as I got older, I passed messages for His Majesty the King. In which role do I not have to watch others' faces? Why would you think this is a great position?"
"Because..." Victoria started to speak but seemed to have some reservations, hesitating to continue.
