Steam, Silence, and Shadows Between Them
A faint groan came from the hinges as the door swung inward, yet both men twisted toward the sound without thinking.
A hush followed her entrance, the floor barely whispering under soft steps. Inside glided a maid, steady hands guiding a gleaming cart. There sat a teapot of silver, catching faint light. Cups waited beside it, thin as breath, made of fine white porcelain. Dried plants rested nearby, bundled tight in a carved wood frame.
Down went her head right after stepping inside.
"Forgive the interruption, Young Master, Your Majesty."
A flicker of recognition passed between them when Victor dipped his chin slightly. Ben answered with a courteous gesture, yet warmth crept into his gaze just like it often did near those who worked inside the royal walls.
