Clutching the jar delicately, Melody observed the prince, his face alight with the joy of the wine. Her lips, parched and longing for moisture, moved subtly as she licked them, her fingers rhythmically drumming on the cool surface of the jar.
She pondered over the peculiar behavior of Izaak. His treatment towards her was a stark contrast to his usual indifference towards the other servants.
With a slight tilt of her head, she stole a glance at him, only to find him engrossed in his drink, oblivious to her scrutiny. His focus was solely on the wine.
Summoning her courage, Melody broke the silence that had settled between them. "Your Highness, may I pose a question?" she asked.
At her words, Izaak turned his attention towards her, the cup he had been nursing momentarily forgotten.
His eyes met hers, a spark of curiosity lighting up his gaze. "What sparks your curiosity, Melody?" he inquired.
