"Sorry for the long wait; I didn't expect you to be here," Reynold said as he sat on the sofa in his work room. His face looked a little unhappy with the sudden guest sitting in front of him.
"I really hate people who are late, and I hate being the one who waits for them, and getting the tea your servant gave me makes my hate grow even more," the girl replied. a teenage girl reluctantly sipped on the tea that didn't quite match her taste preferences. Despite her personal dislikes, she maintained a smile, but a sly smile. She has wavy golden hair cascading down her shoulders, and her diamond-blue eyes sparkle in the sunlight from the window of the workroom.
"No wonder, that tea is a guest tea whose flavor is more universally liked by many people. Is there a specific tea you would like? Princess Margareth."
