After four healthy servings, Sylvia was finally satisfied and she grinned patting her stomach.
Watching her keep the plate aside and picking up her teacup, the maid sighed and clicked her tongue as she rolled the trolly back, leaving Sylvia and Theodore by themselves.
The knight, who had been silently staring into his cup, looked up and met Sylvia's eyes with his usual emotionless face before he spoke. "Have you eaten?"
"Yes, my Lord." Sylvia hurriedly nodded. She then stood up, watching Theodore stand up as well, and hurried behind the man as he strolled out into the gardens wordlessly.
As the both of them walked amidst the bright flowers and neatly trimmed bushes, he suddenly stopped moving and handed her a scroll.
"Ah." Sylvia looked at the thing on her hand curiously. "What is this?"
"His highness asked me to give this to you," Theodore replied in a flat voice.
