Tea~
Redan Connor
La Gracia
Amadeo poured tea at the cozy table in the birdhouse. After ensuring the version of the incident circulating the ballroom met with his approval, His Supreme Holiness had retrieved them from the terrace, announcing it was time to leave. Rather than deposit Rogelio at the Passo Sacrificio, he had directed their carriage to Anastacia’s tower.
“I am pleased, my daughter,” said Amadeo. “Your debut was a success. Rogelio, you exceeded my expectations. I assure you few ever hear those words from me.” He slid two cups across the table. “Chamomile tea to help you rest.”
Redan squeezed a slice of lemon and took a sip. When Amadeo eventually deemed it time to send him back across the Beato, he’d rather sleep than lie awake, pondering the wisdom of trusting his fate to
