Andrealphus sat back in the plush chair of the drawing room, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he swirled his tea. The steam curled up from the cup in delicate spirals, mingling with the rich aroma of the brew. He glanced at Stella, happily chattering and laughing about how she enjoyed Stolas being gone from the very castle, no longer having contact with his daughter and not having yo see his face again for hundreds of years.