As Seraphina walked down the hallway, she glanced at the butler and asked calmly,"Where is Jonathan?"
The butler bowed slightly and replied,"He's sitting in the garden, my lady. He… refused to eat breakfast."
Before Seraphina could respond, Walter, who was nearby with Bertram, perked up."Don't worry, Mother! I'll take care of it," he said cheerfully, flashing his cutest smile.
Seraphina gave a faint, approving nod."Alright. Go ahead."
In the peaceful garden, Jonathan sat alone on a bench under the shade of a flowering tree, his eyes blank and distant.
Walter arrived with Bertram, who pushed a trolley filled with tea, cakes, juice, and a hot plate of pasta. Bertram glanced at the tray, silently questioning the odd breakfast combination.What kind of breakfast contrast is this? he thought, shaking his head. But who am I to question his preferences…
