"Would you like more tea, Your Grace?" Irene asked, holding the teapot poised over Suzy's cup.
"No, thank you, Irene," Suzy replied, a soft smile gracing her lips. "I'm quite full."
"Very well, Your Grace," Irene said, placing the teapot back on the tray. "Is there anything else I can get for you?"
"No, that will be all," Suzy said, her gaze drifting back to the letter in her hand. "You may go."
Irene nodded and quietly left the room, leaving Suzy alone with her thoughts and the lingering scent of tea. She was seated on a plush lounge chair near the window, the sunlight warming her face as she reread Ryan's letter. After finishing, she gazed out at the sprawling landscape, admiring the verdant fields and distant hills. The beauty of the scene was a welcome distraction, but her thoughts kept returning to Ryan.
