In a pavilion near the flower garden of the Academy, the crown prince, Cassius looked around while waiting for his tea to be poured.
The flowers bloomed beautifully despite the cold weather that the empire has been experiencing lately.
Perhaps it was because of the magic surrounding the Academy made it a little bit warm.
On his opposite was Vincent preparing the drink since he was the one who asked for the crown prince's time.
After pouring, he moved the cup in front of the crown prince, "It's ready, your highness."
Cassius shifted his gaze back. He took the cup and looked, no, observing it was the proper term. Vincent watched him.
He heaved his breath, feeling a little exhausted or, maybe, because of annoyance. He had never encountered someone except Rezef who could press his buttons like this.
"I haven't poured any poison, your highness."
