May Fortune Be With You

The taste of the apple lingered on Alexander's tongue, its sweetness cutting through the faint bitterness of his memories. He glanced at the half-eaten fruit in his hand, unable to suppress his amazement.

"These are remarkable," he admitted, setting the apple down. "Such a flavor… It'd revolutionize markets. If the right recipes were crafted, and a supply chain established, these apples could—"

He caught himself, noticing the amused smile tugging at Lady Ga's lips. A deep blush spread across his face as he leaned back in the wooden chair, muttering, "Forgive me, I got carried away."

Lady Ga chuckled softly, her voice a soothing hum. "Oh, dear, it's fine. I find it endearing that such a mischievous boy has grown into a fine lord. But, Alex," she teased, tilting her head slightly, "don't forget the roots that ground you."