Altair—a fresh fugitive runaway slave. He found himself ensnared by nets meant to capture animals. Yet awhile later, he found himself newly made as the concubine of the ruler over the Pierlivan Empire.

Both you and him were now huddled together per his request; one you were more than happy to grant. Altair barley mustered up the courage to ask you,

"Your highness…May I ask for some tea?”

He was always thinking and calculating. Some tea would surely clear his poor soft and gentle mind.