It was yet another day of enduring the extended ritual tea parties hosted by his aunt. John was seated across from her at a table situated in the royal garden. The setting was adorned with elegant decorations, and the air was filled with the fragrance of hundreds of roses spread across the garden. The table was meticulously arranged with an assortment of teas and numerous snacks. His aunt had always had a deep affection for sweets and tea. John regarded tea as a pleasant respite for his mind, though nothing more. Nevertheless, within the palace, there was an entire protocol surrounding the practice of tea, of which his aunt was an expert.

“My dear boy, what is amiss with you these days? You have returned after such a long absence, and I have only had the pleasure of your company twice this past week. Are you intentionally avoiding me?” she inquired, her tone tinged with complaint.

“That is not the case. It was you who was evading me,” John countered.

“Me?” she replied, somewhat taken aback.

“Indeed. Whenever I sought your counsel on the operational aspects of the textile industry in South Cedar Valley, you managed to avoid me with remarkable skill,” John stated, raising his cup to his lips and taking a deliberate sip while scrutinizing her.

“I assure you, that is not the case. I have been quite occupied with a considerable amount of work this past week and…” she trailed off, her gaze faltering under his persistent scrutiny. “Oh, Johnny dear, you have my word that I shall dispatch a comprehensive report to you this week. I promise.”

“Very well,” John said, finally releasing his gaze. “This new flavor—what is it? It is quite delightful.”

“It is hibiscus tea.”

“The variety imported from Xarion?”

“Yes. While Xarion’s arid conditions render most of its land barren, the tea produced there is truly remarkable, what a miracle,” Aunt Lizzie responded with evident pleasure, savoring her tea.

Elizabeth Alistair was a patron of the finest and most luxurious things in life. The textile industry of Ceracuse was renowned across the continent, largely due to her efforts in elevating it to such prominence. She was also highly knowledgeable about agricultural conditions both within the country and in neighboring regions. Her expertise extended to a firm grasp of import and export regulations.

John frequently sought her expertise. Although he was well-versed in matters of international relations, politics, and military strategy, the field of commerce was equally vital, if not more so. He had sought her counsel on numerous occasions. While she was difficult to locate, her insights were invariably valuable.

“So, how have matters been for you? You have had much to manage since your return. My dear boy has scarcely had a moment’s rest,” she said with an affectionate tone. Her tone then shifted to one of complaint once more. “But it is also your fault, dear. Even at dusk, it is nearly impossible to persuade you to leave your office.”

“But I am under constant scrutiny. Everyone around me at the court is waiting for a slip up. I cannot afford to provide any opportunity for criticism. I must remain one step ahead—of people, problems, and all other matters.”

“Life is unpredictable, my dear boy. One can't stay one step ahead of it. It is best to take things slow.”

“Is it not reasonable to atleast make the attempt? To push back?” John inquired, maintaining his stance. Seeing his reluctance to accept her advice, she sighed.

“Stubborn, just like your father.”

They were engaged in lighthearted conversation when the maid approached and addressed Elizabeth.

“Your Highness, Lady Mey has arrived. Shall I let her enter?”

“Yes, please let her enter.”

John remained seated, observing as the woman in the white coat entered the garden. She approached and bowed with formal dignity.

“Greetings to the Sun of the Empire and Her Royal Highness. I am His Majesty’s personal physician. I am here to provide a detailed update regarding His Majesty’s condition and recovery. With permission may I convey the results of the ongoing treatment.”