Matthew and Kainne strolled side by side, chatting like old friends.
"Jenny, fetch my finest tea leaves and brew a pot for the Prime Regent," Kainne called out.
Jenny, the maid, paused, clearly puzzled. Kainne usually referred to three types of tea: good, best, and too precious to drink. Which one was he talking about now?
"Sir, which tea exactly should I prepare?"
Kainne felt a headache coming on at her confusion. Matthew’s cryptic smile only made him more uneasy.
"The ones King Gawain I gave, hidden deep in my bookshelf," Kainne almost gritted his teeth as he said it. He had never dared touch those special tea leaves himself.
"Right away, sir." Jenny hurried off, leaving Kainne and Matthew to exchange glances.
"Sir Kainne, you don’t seem fully aware of Montiria's current state," Matthew began. "The unrest is spreading, and it breaks my heart to see things in such chaos."
Here we go. He’s about to make his move.
Kainne waited for Matthew’s next words, bracing himself.
"Do you think taking you away for a few days might calm the people down?"
"What?" Kainne’s face fell into despair. I’ve been waiting for your plan, and now you’re saying you’re going to sacrifice me?
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