The old gentleman, owner of the largest club in the Kingdom of Brit and a member of the royal family’s collateral line, offered tea with a friendly face. Edgar took the cup and took a sip. The slightly bitter aroma carried a note of stubbornness.
“It’s a rare tea. I brought it out just for you. So have your tea quietly and be on your way.”
Henry buried his nose in the teacup, as if he had nothing more to say, and looked out into the distance. Beyond the large window, green grass courts stretched out. Players dressed in blinding white were engaged in a match.
“Please see for yourself and decide.”
Edgar set his cup down as he spoke.
“My stance hasn’t changed.”
Just days ago, Edgar had requested permission for Olivia Blanchet to use the club.
She…
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