The maid carefully carried in a fresh set of steaming hot tea. As she poured it into Primrose's cup, her eyes couldn't help but flicker toward the Lycan King.
He looked so … different from usual.
The King of Beasts, who spent most of his days in the Training Ground, wielding weapons and commanding soldiers, was now sitting in the greenhouse, sipping chamomile tea with the Queen, surrounded by the soft fragrance of blooming flowers.
It was such an absurdly delicate scene that it completely clashed with his usual fearsome image.
"The cup is full," Primrose pointed out as the tea began to spill over the rim.
"I-I'm sorry, Your Majesty!" The maid, whose rabbit ears twitched atop her head, bowed repeatedly, looking terrified over such a small mistake. "I didn't mean to!"
Inside her mind, she panicked.
[Oh, crap. I've only been working here for three months! If I get fired, how will I afford my sister's medicine?!]
