Taya would indeed inquire where the lowly Cecelia had come across the flowers on such a short notice. When she had risen from bed and left her actual bed chamber, the marvelous roses where already spread through out the vases of the suit. The servants had already set up her breakfast, lovely brioche with pot of hot Earl Grey tea and bowl of assorted fruit. Brioche is one of her favorite foods. Of course, she thinks nothing of, other than the chef felt like making them. She certainly didn't order them. She pays no heed to Allen, who's being his silent observational self. She eats before questioning Cecelia.<br/><br/>"Cecelia, where did these flames roses come from? They do not grow readily around here." She sits back ram rod straight in her chair, glaring  down even though the older girl is taller than her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> Cecelia curtsies deeply before the princess. "Your highness, they were delivered late last night via messenger from a man called Kyle Marlon." </span><br/><br/>This pleases Taya greatly. "Allen, she that she gets an extra copper in her pay for her troubles arranging the flowers so early in the morning." With that, she rises and sweeps off towards her dressing room, other servants hastily moving to assist her in dressing for the day.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Cecelia waits for her to vanish out of sight and the bustle of dressing to begin before reaching into a hidden pocket of her dress and handing him the keys. She bows silently to him in the men's fashion, a small bend at the waist before gathering up the dishes and leaving the room.</span>