"I came to find Dr. Nystrom. I heard he wasn't feeling well and wanted to check in on him," Shirin said calmly, her voice suggesting that she knew he had skipped breakfast intentionally.
"Your Imperial Highness is too kind," Benjamin said, bowing his head deeply. "I feel much better after taking some medicine."
"Let's drop the formalities for now, Benjamin," Shirin said with a friendly but commanding tone. "Would you like to join us for some tea?"
Benjamin knew he couldn't refuse. Hearing her say "Charles and I" made him feel sick, but he forced a pleasant smile. "That would be wonderful, Your Highness."
"Call me Shirin, Benjamin. Charles, shall we go?" she asked. She placed her hand on Charles's forearm and tugged him along.
