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The maiden's most cherished teaware.
It was once filled with elegant black tea.

Indulging herself in pastries and tea,
She cared not one bit about the mundane world. This was her privilege as a maiden.

"This flower shall be my medal. That is all I need."
The knight said to her on the day they met.
"But, my heart is already—"
Not finishing her confession was her privilege,
but also the chains of courtliness the maiden had to bear.