Rhea steadied her breath and knocked on the door. After a moment, a voice—perfect Yudonian—said, "Come in."

She checked her dress, opened the door, and entered carrying a tray. Lowering her gaze, she curtsied. "Your Highness."

Having studied abroad for many years, she spoke Yudonian fluently. Prince Ross, casually dressed, was reading a document behind his desk. A half-filled glass of wine and various other beverages and snacks sat nearby.

The prince only glanced at her, despite her attire. "Yes?"

Rhea bit her lip and approached. "I'm a waitress with the Yudonian Foreign Ministry. Duke Frederick asked me to deliver drinks and snacks, and… keep you company."

"Oh?" The prince looked up, studying her. "Fred sent you?"

"Yes, sir. Duke Frederick," Rhea replied quickly.

"He hasn't left yet?"

Rhea smiled, slightly embarrassed. "The Duke has some work to finish with his staff. He may leave tonight, after packing."

Ross snorted. "I never expected Fred to drag his feet." He returned to his document.

Rhea stood aside, silent, fearing to upset him. She remained there for nearly half an hour, her legs aching in her high heels, but dared not move without permission.

Only when he finished reading and picked up his wine glass did Ross notice her. "Why are you still here?"

"I brought wine and snacks, Your Highness."

"I have sufficient refreshments," Ross said coldly.

Rhea had anticipated this. Her research indicated Prince Ross wasn't promiscuous; he'd had only three girlfriends, the last becoming his wife. He wasn't an alcoholic either. His only weakness, according to the Queen—who deemed him unfit for the throne—was his kindness. Nevertheless, he was the Yudonian people's favorite among the princes.

Drawing on her research and information from Mike, Rhea said, "This wine is unlike yours. I believe you haven't tasted anything quite like it."