Knock…
Knock..
Knock.
A series of sharp knocks echoed through the study, breaking the quiet concentration and silence that had settled over the room. Suzy looked up from her desk, her gaze briefly leaving the papers spread before her and was focused on the closed door.
"Who's there?" she called out, her voice clear and steady.
"It's me, Noah, Your Grace," came the reply from the other side.
"Enter," Suzy said, her attention already returning to the papers spread across her desk.
Noah entered the study, bowing respectfully as he approached. Just then, a maid entered behind him, carrying a small tray. On it sat a delicate porcelain teacup and saucer, along with a steaming teapot.
"Bring it over here," Suzy said, gesturing towards her desk.
The maid curtsied and placed the tray on the designated spot. "You may leave," Suzy said, her eyes still on her work.
