Kapitel 63: Alone at last

"Shall we sit while the princess rests?" Anaisa suggested after a moment, gesturing to two chairs. "I can make tea." 

"That sounds nice," Trace replied. It had been quite a day so far. The inquiry, the arrests, the new letter he had yet to fully read. He felt far more tired than he was. A cup of tea with his wife seemed like a refreshing prospect.

Instead of one of the chairs, he sat on a cushioned sofa, hoping that Anaisa would sit beside him on it. He was disappointed when she took up a place in one of the adjacent chairs instead, bringing hot water from a pot hanging over the princess's sitting room fireplace.

"She seems incredibly pleased with herself," Trace shook his head as he remembered Sapphira's parting words. The cheeky royal was as unpredictable as spring weather. 

"Oh, she always is," Anaisa whispered, still looking at the door where the princess had gone.