Allen stepped back as Edward swept past. From his cold demeanour, he could tell that the discussion did not end well. He stepped past the open door and closed it with his free hand.Â<br/><br/>The white porcelain clinked as he tipped the pot and poured the tea. He set the cup on a saucer and walked over to the princess, "Your tea, my lady."<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Edward gashed his teeth furiously on his smoking pipe as he exited the carriage before his villa. He nodded at the driver who held the door open.Â<br/><br/>A pair of muddy footprints told him that Antoinette was back from the city. Sighing, he entered the house.