The sunlight of the sunset passed through the tall window panes, spilling onto the mahogany coffee table.
In a pale pink porcelain teapot, fragrant black tea was steaming gently.
Outside the window was a well-pruned rose garden where a few thrushes leapt on the bush branches.
If one does not consider the internal intrigues and royal disputes of Kensington Palace, for most people, this is a good place for a rendezvous.
Arthur lounged lazily in the armchair, enjoying the tea in his cup and the books in the rest room.
No matter how good the tea and scenery are here, they could not compare with the comfort of home.
Had the Duchess of Kent not been determined to keep him for dinner, in any other situation, he would have surely found an excuse to slip back home early.
Squeak~
The door of the rest room was pushed open by the servant, and the Duchess of Kent, who had just excused herself to change attire, reappeared before Arthur.
