Alvara Freydis Teraquin SS [2]

"You worry too much, Kleines," Rhys sighed, as he lowered himself onto the plush sofa in the grand discussion room of the Teraquin Royal Palace. 

"And you're far too lax, Rhys," Kleines replied, shaking his head as he settled onto the sofa across from his friend. 

Rhys chuckled softly. A maid approached, carrying a silver tray with delicate porcelain cups. Rhys accepted his tea with a gracious nod, his long, tapered fingers brushing briefly against the cup's ornate handle. The maid then turned to Kleines, who took his cup with a polite smile.

"I must say, Kleines," Rhys began, reclining slightly and crossing one leg over the other. His emerald-green eyes sparkled with amusement. "You surprise me. You're Human, not even a High Human. I thought you'd be the first to defend my aspirations for Vanadias' future. Isn't that what Humans are known for? Supporting grand ideals?"