Within an elegantly appointed study at the Mosey mansion, Seamus, the prince of a different lineage, was personally pouring drinks for two young visitors.

The atmosphere was markedly different from the rest of the mansion. The usual imposing grandeur was absent, replaced by the cautious courtesy reserved for those of superior status.

Evander Quinton remained impassive, offering only a slight nod in response to Seamus' attentiveness.

Elowen Quinton lifted her cup and inhaled the aroma of the tea. She held herself gracefully, yet there was an unmistakable distance in her posture.

"This tea is excellent," she remarked after a sip, sounding genuinely pleased.

"These leaves are spiritual tea from the Appalchi Highlands, a most rare vintage," Seamus replied with a smile. "Should it be to your liking, I will have a selection prepared for you at once."

"No need for such formalities, Sir Mosey." Evander set down his cup and got straight to the point. "We don't have much time. Have you giv