Since Lucien could do nothing at this minute, she had to abide and carefully made her way to the table. The air was cold and harsh. If she knew this was going to be in a place like this, she would have gladly brought a sweater or blanket with her. 'It's cold.'
"What occasion am I expecting to be invited at this hour?" Lucien looks down at the table and everything was neatly presented. 'Did she use a teleportation skill? But how?'
"It's nothing important," Dorothy leans and pours the tea into Lucien's empty cup. "I simply couldn't move as I please in the Scarlet Palace after the death of Lady Viola." She puts back the teapot in its usual place. "But I feel free here..."
"..."
"What do you want, Lady Dorothy.....or should I call you Lady Alruna?"
The moment Lucien spoke, Dorothy froze for a moment. The gaze that stared at her went cold, even that lips that held a smile paused. In a blink of a moment, Lucien saw what she had seen which was never the image of Dorothy.
