Greg followed Juno to the door of a consultation room.
The room stood at the end of a side corridor in the Magic Tower. Relatively secluded, with few students passing by, it was a suitable place for a private conversation.
Juno stopped outside the door, turned around, and told him:
"Sarah is in this room right now. I've already spoken to her, so you can just knock and go in."
Greg glanced at her. "What about you?"
"I'm not going in. I've already introduced you, so my job as the go-between is done."
As Juno spoke, she hugged the bag containing his pajamas tighter against her chest, an eager look appearing on her face:
"Besides, I have something more important to do next!"
Without waiting for Greg to answer, she turned and hurried away.
Greg stayed where he was, watching her retreating figure, and muttered blankly to himself:
"...Did I just witness the birth of a gold miner?"
Then he shook his head, brushed those stray thoughts aside, and walked up to the door. He took a deep breath, raised his hand, and knocked.
"Come in."
A gentle, clear female voice came from inside.
Greg opened the door and stepped in.
Since the room was only intended for conversations, its furnishings were fairly simple.
A dark brown wooden sofa stood against the wall, with a low coffee table in front of it. On the table sat a pot of still-steaming black tea and two teacups.
The curtains were half drawn, and soft morning light filtered through the sheers, casting dappled light and shadows across the wooden floor.
Sarah, the Third Imperial Princess, sat on the sofa with a book in her hands, her bearing poised and elegant.
She had shoulder-length golden hair, neatly trimmed, with a few strands falling naturally