Once in the study room, Sylvy was able to relax a little more. She sat down on the sofa as Tinee brewed a fresh pot of tea for her King and the Grand Priestess. Neither of them knew what to say to one another so the room was silent for a while.
As Tinee served them their tea, Sylvy finally mustered up the courage to speak first.
"Thank you, Grand Priestess Alfin," Sylvy said.
Alfin was not certain why her King was expressing her thanks. But after some thought into it, she realised why.
"You're welcome, my King," Alfin returned the courtesy, "Your subjects need to know their place. You are the King, after all."
Indeed she was, yet she was also just a mere puppet controlled by strings.
"There isn't much I can do," Sylvy sighed as she looked down at the hot cup of tea in her hands.
"Who told you that," Grand Priestess Alfin scoffed.
Sylvy looked up in shock, "Well… my family…"
"You mean your brother?" Alfin said sharply.
