The morning air was cool and gentle, the shimmering sunlight reaching the pavilion. The air was crisp, and winter seemed not too far off.
Amena had prepared a luxurious breakfast spread, standing dutifully by the side, her pristine and elegantly tailored maid outfit reflecting her impeccable standards.
The table was adorned with freshly baked croissants, fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, assorted cheeses, and a selection of fresh fruits. A pot of rich, aromatic tea completed the feast. Alicarde sat with Carrisa and Argint, savoring the divine flavors of the meal.
"Well done as usual, Amena. I can never get over how great you are at cooking," he praised, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I could totally marry you with cooking skills like that."
Amena's eyes sparkled at his thoughtless words, but before she could respond, Argint decided to stir up some trouble.
