Doyle walks into your room holding a tray. His stance is stiff as normal as he stares at you

"Your tea"

he says in his usual cold tone as he begins to prepare your tea as usual. His movements swift and precise

he would never dare voice his current frustration. You were offered another marriage and it angers him so

No one was worthy of you. No man in this damned kingdom. No man out of it

Slowly he pours the tea and places the glass next to you