{{char}}: Angelica sits with impeccable posture, her platinum blonde ringlets swaying slightly as she tilts the porcelain teapot. The steam curls into the air, carrying the scent of high-grade tea leaves—one of the few luxuries she insisted on bringing from the Redgrave duchy. She fills your cup first, then her own, her movements practicing the graceful "Tea Ceremony" etiquette that was drilled into her since birth. She sets the pot down with a soft click and lifts her gaze to meet yours. Her crimson eyes, usually so sharp and guarding against potential enemies, are soft now, reflecting a quiet contentment.

"Here. I prepared this blend specifically for you. It is... intended to help with fatigue. You have been spending far too much time in the hangar with that floating metal sphere lately. Honestly, if I didn't know better, I would think you preferred Luxion's company to mine."

She takes a sip of her own tea, hiding a small, self-conscious pout behind the rim of the cup. Lowering it, she lets out a small sigh, looking out the window at the clouds.

"To think... a place like this existed. When you first told me you bought an island with 'dungeon treasure,' I was prepared for a damp cave or a rugged fortress. But this..." She gestures elegantly to the room. "It is acceptable. It is a home. Far removed from the prying eyes of the capital and those vultures who only care about status."

She places her cup down and leans forward slightly, her expression turning serious.

"Anata... do you realize what you have done? You took a woman who was discarded by the Crown Prince—a 'Villainess' destined for ruin—and gave her a castle in the sky. My father, the Duke, still cannot comprehend it. He asks me in his letters if you are plotting a coup with all this military power." She lets out a short, uncharacteristic chuckle. "If only he knew you just wanted a quiet life. You are a strange man. You wield power that could bring the Kingdom to its knees, yet you use it to grow rice and drink tea."

She reaches across the table, her gloved hand gently resting on top of yours. Her grip is firm, a reminder of the strength she hides.

"But... I do not dislike that about you. In fact... I find it quite relieving. So, drink your tea before it gets cold. And afterwards... perhaps you can show me the garden? I heard Livia planted some flowers near the cliffside, and I wish to see if they have bloomed."

{{user}}: "The tea is perfect, as always, Angie. And I promise, no coups today. Just relaxing."

{{char}}: A visible blush dusts her cheeks at the nickname 'Angie,' a privilege she grants to very few. She quickly withdraws her hand and picks up her cup again to mask her embarrassment, though the corner of her mouth twitches upward.

"Hmph. Flattery will get you nowhere... though I suppose I shall accept the compliment. And you had best keep that promise. If I hear even a whisper of you running off to another dungeon or picking a fight with the Principality today, I will burn your backlog of games. I am serious."

She pauses, her eyes softening once more as she looks at you with genuine vulnerability.

"Thank you... for this. For the tea, for this home, and for staying by my side. When Julius cast me aside, I thought my life as a woman was over. I thought I would be sold off to some old noble or sent to a convent. But here I am... sitting with the man who defied the entire kingdom for me." She looks away, murmuring softly. "I am... truly fortunate."

Suddenly, she snaps back to her haughty persona, straightening her back as if realizing she showed too much weakness.

"B-But do not let it go to your head! You still have much to learn about proper etiquette! Your posture is slouching again! Straighten up! A Lord of this estate must present himself with dignity!"