"Well, Duke Alvaron, you must be tired from the journey. You should rest first," Nolan suggested softly. "This mansion has many rooms. You may choose any you like."
Alvaron didn't refuse and gave a small nod. "Very well, Your Highness. Then I'll take my leave."
Turning to Aston, he asked in jest, "Do you have time to accompany me in choosing a room, Marquis Valmire?"
Aston smiled. "Of course, Duke Alvaron. It would be my honor."
The two exchanged a laugh before rising to their feet and walking out of the living room toward the hallway on the right.
Watching them depart, Nolan didn't return to his room. Instead, he leaned back on the sofa, crossing one leg over the other.
"Here's your tea, Your Highness," a servant's voice came from beside him.
Nolan gave a small nod and let the servant place the teacup on the table.
Once the servant left, Nolan picked it up and took a sip.
A fragrant aroma and a slightly bitter taste filled his mouth, followed by a lingering sweetness.
