Roman watched as if this domestic ritual was a mysterious, exotic ceremony he had never witnessed before; and he hadn't. When he ruled as king, the food was taken from the kitchens to his chambers; besides and neither Marisbilly nor he cooked so they had hired help or went to cafes for breakfast.
Ah. He couldn't help but wonder if this was all right. His gloved hands itched. He felt like he should help him somehow, but he didn't know how. All his life he knew what to do, guided by God's voice, simply following his Master or the whims of the World, but now... he felt exposed and alone without instructions. A strange fluttering sensation started at the pit of his stomach, making his mouth dry. Anxiety that he mistook it for hunger.
"Oh," he managed to utter, glancing at the gestured table. Should he stand? Yes, he rose and went to pick the sugar and bring it to them. He usually poured too many spoonfuls in his drinks, Marisbilly had suggested him to be careful with that, so he would limit himself to just three. "No, that's fine. This will get us covered," he said as he grabbed the sugar. "Thank you."
He poured the three promised spoonfuls and stirred the tea, waiting until it cooled a little before he started drinking. He was caught in the flavor. Different from the heavily fragrant tea Marisbilly exported from India and the bitterness of the green tea of Japan. Everything was so new. He had probably tasted many flavors as King but, even then, he hadn't thought about developing preferences until this life. As Roman drank, Lord El Melloi asked again. His eyes widened slightly as if he was surprised about something.
He had a choice. It was a realization that hit him slowly. Another man who wasn't Marisbilly was asking for his opinion and he had to think and choose without God's revelation telling him which option is the ideal one.
Uhhh.
He lowered the tea. Roman looked at him as if he weighed his options. This man was probably busy and with a schedule that was interrupted by his arrival. He was probably wishing to get back to it over entertaining a meddlesome guest, he didn't want to upset him and demand him his attention while his heart was somewhere else. However, if he locked himself in the library, he would also be unable to learn about the modern world. That wasn't something from the books.
He needed to experience it.
"I want to know you better," Roman answered, choosing the third option he had proposed, "I think it'll be the best if I just accompany you in your routine if you don't mind." He hoped that didn't sound invasive. This was more pragmatic than a tour. He sighed, and admitted, just to assuage any concern he is some kind of spy of an enemy faction he didn't understand. "I'll be honest, I'm just a normal man, so I don't know any of the politics that must weight among the Clock Tower Lords." It didn't mean Roman was ignorant of Marisbilly's caution with his fellows and rivals. "I'm just trying to help Marisbilly in his objective to guarantee the protection of humanity's future."
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Ah. He couldn't help but wonder if this was all right. His gloved hands itched. He felt like he should help him somehow, but he didn't know how. All his life he knew what to do, guided by God's voice, simply following his Master or the whims of the World, but now... he felt exposed and alone without instructions. A strange fluttering sensation started at the pit of his stomach, making his mouth dry. Anxiety that he mistook it for hunger.
"Oh," he managed to utter, glancing at the gestured table. Should he stand? Yes, he rose and went to pick the sugar and bring it to them. He usually poured too many spoonfuls in his drinks, Marisbilly had suggested him to be careful with that, so he would limit himself to just three. "No, that's fine. This will get us covered," he said as he grabbed the sugar. "Thank you."
He poured the three promised spoonfuls and stirred the tea, waiting until it cooled a little before he started drinking. He was caught in the flavor. Different from the heavily fragrant tea Marisbilly exported from India and the bitterness of the green tea of Japan. Everything was so new. He had probably tasted many flavors as King but, even then, he hadn't thought about developing preferences until this life. As Roman drank, Lord El Melloi asked again. His eyes widened slightly as if he was surprised about something.
He had a choice. It was a realization that hit him slowly. Another man who wasn't Marisbilly was asking for his opinion and he had to think and choose without God's revelation telling him which option is the ideal one.
Uhhh.
He lowered the tea. Roman looked at him as if he weighed his options. This man was probably busy and with a schedule that was interrupted by his arrival. He was probably wishing to get back to it over entertaining a meddlesome guest, he didn't want to upset him and demand him his attention while his heart was somewhere else. However, if he locked himself in the library, he would also be unable to learn about the modern world. That wasn't something from the books.
He needed to experience it.
"I want to know you better," Roman answered, choosing the third option he had proposed, "I think it'll be the best if I just accompany you in your routine if you don't mind." He hoped that didn't sound invasive. This was more pragmatic than a tour. He sighed, and admitted, just to assuage any concern he is some kind of spy of an enemy faction he didn't understand. "I'll be honest, I'm just a normal man, so I don't know any of the politics that must weight among the Clock Tower Lords." It didn't mean Roman was ignorant of Marisbilly's caution with his fellows and rivals. "I'm just trying to help Marisbilly in his objective to guarantee the protection of humanity's future."