After Fedor sipped from his glass, everyone followed suit, their hands betraying their anticipation.
"Mm. It's good."
"Yes. It tastes refreshing."
"I haven't tasted anything like it."
"The Vanilla Courtyard always serves new delicacies. You can't ever get tired of it."
"Yes. It never fails to leave me amazed."
Praises rang out from different parts of the hall.
"It's called strawberry lemonade." Fedor said.
Everyone nodded in realization.
Once the glasses were emptied, everyone thought it was over, just like the doughnuts, but their glasses were refilled again.
"Let's all eat and drink. There's enough to go around. Today is indeed a very joyous day." Fedor said, raising his glass.
Everyone raised their glasses.
[Haha. Juice being used like wine.] Aristia snickered.
Fedor glanced at the envoys seated at the table with a hint of pride. This drink that they were enjoying so much was a product of his kingdom. Specifically, his own niece.
