Trigger: Hint of Violence
Phoenix tapped his chin as he raised the cup to his lips, savoring the fragrant aroma of the brewed tea. The steam curled upward in gentle wisps, and he breathed in the soothing scent of jasmine and hints of citrus.
"Your Highness. Our man at the Detention said that he could get you in for fifteen minutes, any more than that and your visit would be compromised."
Phoenix took a small measured sip and mentally sent his reply, "Good. Nice work,
Sergei. I am on my way."
Sergei hesitated for a bit and then carefully asked, "Does Your Highness need to make a move personally? We can make him disappear before he is tried."
Phoenix raised an eyebrow, "What are you talking about? I am not making any move. I just want to chat with him." He stood up and carefully opened the bedroom door, Zane was still sleeping. Leaving a note next to the covered tray on the dining table. He started to head downstairs.
