The sound of the door knocking echoed throughout Gretta's room, she who was sitting enjoying the afternoon breeze that sometimes came to greet her face, turned her head to the source of the sound.
"Excuse me, Her Majesty Queen Gretta. I came to bring you the hot tea you ordered."
"Come in!" exclaimed Gretta. She felt familiar with the voice that was greeting her from outside, the baritone was familiar.
And sure enough, it was Shan. He opened the door, in his hand was a glass of hot tea on show. Carefully, he walked slowly without taking his eyes off the tray. Worried that the tea on it would fall because of his unbalance.
"Please, Your Majesty Queen Gretta," he said as he moved the cup of tea from the tray to the table in front of Gretta.
Gretta looked at him with a strange look.
"You are very strange," Gretta said.
