The air settled into something more composed—if only on the surface. Corvina, ever the professional, quickly remembered her role as the host despite the utterly bizarre turn this meeting had taken.
She shifted back into her chair, exhaling quietly as her attendant approached the table with a well-balanced tray, carefully pouring tea into each delicate porcelain cup. The rhythmic sound of liquid meeting ceramic was a welcome moment of calm amidst the lingering tension.
Lucavion, ever the opportunist, leaned forward, watching with mild interest. "Ah, at least someone here treats me well," he mused as the warm cup was placed before him.
Aeliana shot him a look. "You should be grateful anyone tolerates you at all."
Lucavion smirked but said nothing, choosing instead to lift his cup with a knowing glint in his eye.
