Chapter 91: Tea, Trepidations, and a Cracked Egg
The afternoon sun filtered through lace curtains, gilding the porcelain teacups set upon a carved oak table in Gorthmorde's quiet garden parlor.
The air smelled of sweetened earl grey and buttery shortbread, but the mood between the two young successors was anything but relaxed.
Jonathan sat straight-backed in his seat, his usual gentle composure frayed at the edges, while Elias fidgeted across from him, chubby cheeks puffed as he sipped his cloyingly sweet tea—so heavily doused in sugar that Jonathan's teeth ached just watching him.
The red-haired boy's boots tapped restlessly against the marble floor, a clear sign of his nervous energy.
"I've sent word to my father about Lady Hannah," Elias mumbled into his cup, setting it down with a soft clink.
"About her bloodline, the ancient magic… everything. But I haven't had a reply yet. House Voss won't take a side until he tells me to."
