After a while, someone passed by the door.
Then, a few minutes later, a maid entered.
She placed a fresh cup of coffee on the table, then looked down at Kane.
Her expression didn't change.
"If you're going to lie here," she said flatly, "then at least don't make a mess."
Then her eyes hardened slightly.
"And if you dirty Her Highness's room with your failure, I'll throw you out myself."
Kane blinked.
He… didn't argue.
The maid placed the tray gently on the table, the faint clink of porcelain breaking the quiet of the room. She straightened and spoke with practiced calm, though there was a hint of casual ease in her tone.
"Your Highness, would you like chocolate mousse… or perhaps red velvet cake? There's also vanilla with strawberries. Or I could make a fruit tart if you prefer."
