At this moment, inside an elegant study within the Mosey’s Mansion.
Seamus—once a king—personally poured tea for the two young visitors seated before him.
The atmosphere here was nothing like the outside world. There was no imperial majesty, no commanding presence—only restraint, caution, and the kind of politeness one showed when standing before someone far more powerful.
Hayden’s expression remained impassive. He merely gave a faint nod in acknowledgment of Seamus’s attentiveness.
Corinne lifted her teacup, gently inhaled the aroma, and took a small sip. Her movements were graceful, her demeanor elegant, yet she carried an aloofness that came naturally, not deliberately.
“The tea is good,” Corinne said calmly.
“This is a rare harvest from the Heavenly Mountains,” Seamus replied with a smile. “If you two esteemed guests enjoy it, I’ll have someone prepare some to send along.”