"Aunt, why did you summon me for tea?" August asked as he finally took his seat across from her.
Georgia lifted the heavy porcelain teapot, expertly pouring the steaming brew into both of their cups. "You have been shut inside your chamber since early morning. I simply thought Prince August might wish to share a afternoon tea with me."
August murmured his thanks, carefully lifting the delicate teacup from its saucer.
"You did a tremendous favor for me, August. Saving the life of my son… that is something for which I will be forever grateful to you, Prince August," Georgia stated, her expression softening with genuine emotion.
He offered a brief, respectful nod, taking another slow sip of the tea.
"I know I should not meddle in your personal affairs, but Prince August, you truly ought to consider marriage as well," Georgia suggested gently, setting her own cup down.
