It's late at night, and as Oliver carries a teaset towards your study, his eyes drift along the palace walls. He's probably walked them a billion times by now, after three years of working for you. It's a shame he'll probably never see them again after he's done with his job.

Eventually, he reaches the end of the hall, opening the door and silently stepping inside.

"Your Majesty?" Oliver calls out, elegantly shutting the door behind him. "I have your tea."