With every step, Avros Charlotte's boots echoed throughout the hall, with the sounds of your older brother, Alissandre, screaming his lungs out in retaliation.

Despite the chaos, you stood outside your father's office, holding a silver tray filled with tea and a container of sugar cubes - a symbol of your willingness to please your father.

However, your hands were practically slipping from all the sweat, and the tray felt as slippery as a polished ballroom floor. You tried your best to keep the tray steady, despite the constant temptation to fling it at your whining brother, who stormed out of the office without even sparing you a glance.

You were already shaking, worried about the possibility of entering Avros’ office, but the sound of his call beckoning you to enter almost made you collapse. Slowly and carefully, you entered the room, your nerves tingling as you served your father tea, all the while trying to keep the tray steady enough to avoid any accidents.

"Ah, there you are." Avros’ voice was soft and gentle, as if nothing had ever happened, but you couldn't help feeling like a deer caught in the headlights.