A soft knock disrupted Kiev's solitude as he rested alone in his chamber. Rising from the settee, he made his way to the door and opened it, revealing a servant standing before him, holding a tray adorned with delectable desserts and a steaming pot of tea. The eyes of the servant widened as she saw his outstanding figure.
"Good… Good morning, Your Highness. Here… are… some delicacies for you," the servant stammered, her voice betraying a hint of nervousness as she gazed upon the handsome young prince.
Curiosity piqued, Kiev inquired, "Who are you? I don't recall summoning any food. I already have my breakfast."
"I am a servant of Her Majesty, the Queen. This is a complimentary offering for you, Your Highness," the servant replied.
"Complimentary?" The Mederian Prince's crimson eyes scanned the sumptuous spread and the servant standing before him. He couldn't help but notice the slight tremble in her hands.
"Why are you trembling?" he asked.
