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."
Alexander cleared his throat, trying to shake the embarrassment. "Please, forget the dumb things I did as a child. Especially the stunt with the frogs."
