"Uhm… Oh, yes, I did, Your Highness. It was... delicious. Thank you very much," Jorah said, managing to keep his voice level despite his obvious nervousness.
"I'm glad," Asabel said – and she really did seem to be so. "Oh, Oliver, don't forget your blackberry tea. We're allies in this tea game now, after all. I won't forgive you if you don't enjoy it to its fullest."
Chapter 21 – The Expected Enemy
Asabel saw them off at the door, as she promised to. Oliver left, with the wooden canister full of tea in hand. He couldn't imagine how long such a thing would last him, but he assumed it would be a long time indeed.
None seemed more glad about their departure than Lancelot and Jorah. The two of them seemed to sigh together as the door closed, and Asabel told them to get home safely.
