He bowed, "Yes, my lady. It will be ready like always."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>When the sun rose on the next day, Allen, was already dressed, smoothing his black coat and straightening his tie. He tied his hair up in a black silk ribbon before exiting his room. He went to the cooks, making sure that breakfast was being prepared and then he made his way to the princess's room. He knocked softly, and there was no response. He opened the door, peeking inside to see that she was still asleep. He closed the door slowly and hurried to the kitchen, taking a toast with a spread of butter, consuming the hot food quickly. He wiped his mouth and went to the cooks.<br/><br/>"Is the princess's breakfast ready?" He asked, clasping his hands behind his back, hoping that it was.<br/><br/>"Yeah, yeah, it's over there," The burly man gestured to where a silver platter and a tray of tea cups, teapot, jar of tea leaves and a flask of hot water. Allen picked up the flask and filled the tea cups with hot water before emptying the cups into a sink. He took another flask of hot water and swapped it with the previous flask.<br/><br/>Allen moved his attention to the platter and removed the lid, inspecting the contents briefly before nodding and replacing the lid. Then he paused, horror-struck, "Where is the coffee?"<br/><br/>"Still brewing, should be ready in a couple of minutes. White will bring it up."<br/><br/>Allen picked up the tray, dancing in between the rows of tables in the kitchen. He carried the food up to the second level. He placed the plate on the trolley and allowed White to place the coffee pot, tea spoons and a small container of fine sugar, imported directly from Leviantha. He thanked White and proceeded with pushing the trolley to the princess's room.<br/><br/>White called out, "I shall prepare the carriage and horses."<br/><br/>"Acknowledged." Allen continued until he was at the princess room. From there, he continued to wait, until the princess awoke and called him in, like she always did. He sat on a small stone bench, one hand propping his head up, an ear angled towards the door.