[Dante]
I shifted comfortably on the armchair as I gazed over at Elizabeth, who was seated on the couch. The fire was blazing in the fireplace and the room was warm and cozy. Frederick had set a tray on the coffee table with a pot of freshly brewed tea, a jug of cream, and a pot of sugar. A plate with shortbread biscuits sat to one side, and while we nursed a cup of tea, the tension was high between us.
“Is everything all right?” I decided to question, and Elizabeth visibly tensed up. I even noticed a slight tremor in her hand as she brought the teacup to her lips. She was stalling for time, and I found that odd and intriguing. “Elizabeth?” I urged, eager to find out what she was hiding.
“Hmm? Oh! Everything is fine,” she then said, but of course, I didn’t believe her.
“Elizabeth,” I
