"Oh, there you go honey, anything else?" the maid set the cup of tea in front of Hotaru.
"No, thank you," the redhead smiled before taking a sip from the cup. Low music played from a gramophone in this room of white; flowers sat in almost every corner of the room—on the tables, in a vase, just hanging.
Cushioned chairs circled the tables whilst a countertop was to the side, with fruity mixes and fragrant teas that filled the room's aroma.
In Tamara Palace's tea room, they reconvened. Jotou held her head up with her hand while Fumeko had her forehead on the table, swinging her legs.
Hotaru soothed Asobi's back as she took a sip of the tea, "Yum!" All four of their eyes were drooping, lethargic in their movements while Daiyu kept watch.
Feyan opened the doors, leading Arabella in. Once he saw Jotou's sudden ailment, he rushed to get the admiral back to the princess's side. "I may have figured out what is happening," he paced in.
