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On my way to the guest room I walked as carefully as I could. I did not want get into an accident again. The guard at the door nodded for me to go inside and I continued further in. The first thing I heard was Pierres laugh. He was sitting comfortable in an armchair with legs crossed talking to someone sitting in front of him. I couldn't see who, yet I already knew it was the man from earlier. How I knew I wasn't sure. As I neared where they were seated Pierre took notice of me. As his gaze settled on my face I saw anger flash through his eyes but he quickly turned away and continued speaking to his guest. I went to the table and slowly put the tray down. Picking up the teapot I slowly began to pour some tea for Pierre, I already knew how he liked his tea then turned to my savor without looking him in the eyes. "How would you like your tea, Your highness?" I asked. "Cold." He said. Cold? Confused I looked up and our eyes locked. My heart fluttered inside