I sat on the couch in my private lounge area, my favourite enclosure on the ground floor.
It's been two weeks since the first winter, and I have a lot of things to finish, but today is not a day to be trapped in the study room. I thought.
My mind wandered, but I gaped intently at the cup on the small table before me. Every few moments, my eyes would shift upwards to look at the ceiling, at the glass lily-shaped lamp.
Thinking.
While taking a teaspoon placed on the edge of the white cup, I took a few cubes of white sugar and put it in a cup of tea. A flowering tea that is famous among nobles.
My eyes then glance toward the man in front of me as my mind begins to sense.
The man with the striking blue hair, The Crown Prince, sits before me as if waiting for something.
Then I switched my eye toward the white cup again as I lifted the cup to my lips and took a sip.
"What?" I said while putting the cup back down.
