[Father,
I beg you not to misunderstand my request.
Yet, ]
His pupils dilated in surprise, trembling in disbelief at the last sentence written on the paper.
[I need wine]
"... Wine?"
'... She... She took so long... only to write this short text... asking for wine???'
"Why... Why do you need wine, Dear?... You are aware that Doctor Deslys restricted it from your meals some time ago..."
Although he was shaken by her unexpected request, a part of his heart, felt relief from being mistaken on his previous assumptions, and while she began to write again, an old concern was reminded thanks to the topic the child had brought up.
'Has... Has her restraint reached its limits?'
The way she never let her cup stay empty during the Royal Spring Ball, never letting go of it, flashed on his mind.
