"Forgive me, Benjamin-sama," Princess Lily clasped her delicate hands together in front of her chest, her voice soft but carrying a clear note of finality as she stood in the middle of her modest private study.
The small room was simple yet elegant, with a polished wooden table, scattered scrolls, and gentle sunlight filtering through some green petals outside the open windows.
She continued; "I have immense official duties today that simply cannot be delayed. M-May we speak some other time?"
Benjamin stood there for a moment, the rejection settling like a stone in his stomach, before he nodded silently and teleported away without another word, the familiar bending of light swallowing him instantly.
He next appeared in front of Silverøse, who was kneeling on a wide wooden platform built around the trunk of a massive oak, carefully tending to a row of flowering herb boxes with small gardening tools in her hands.
