[Lavinia's Pov—Dawnspire wing—Rose garden (Now Ash garden)—Evening]
SLURRRRRRRPPPPP!!!
SLURRRRRRPPPPP!!!
Yes. That was me. Loud, shameless, and absolutely unapologetic.
I was drinking tea—well, technically I was supposed to be drinking tea—but let's be honest, at that moment the tea was nothing compared to what my eyes were feasting on. My taste buds? Irrelevant. My soul? Ascending. My eyes? Blessed by the heavens themselves.
"Your Highness…" Sera's voice intruded like an annoying fly.
"Mmm?" I replied, still slurping like a woman possessed.
"The cup is empty," she said, and when I finally glanced at her, she had that smirk.
I blinked. "Huh?"
I looked down at my cup. Sure enough, it was bone-dry. Not a single drop left. So… what exactly was I slurping so passionately like my life depended on it?
Simple. Because the real tea was not in the cup. It was standing right in front of me, dripping wet.
OSRIC.
