~{PETER'S POV}~
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I went to the dining table and quietly took a glass before pouring some wine into it.
Instead of taking something light for breakfast, my father loved to balance a good meal with a good red wine.
I on the other hand drank red wine much later in the day and once in a while. Nevertheless, this called for a celebration and I decided to have some this morning.
Once I had poured half of the glass, I leaned my back against the dining table and calmly sipped my wine while mentally counting the time.
"Three minutes left," I said to myself and smiled before taking another sip and savouring the taste.
By the time I was done drinking, I dropped the glass down and nonchalantly walked over to the doors while still counting.
"Four minutes and twenty-two seconds," I said and opened the doors before stepping out to find the guards still present.
"Four minutes and thirty seconds," I said before asking them a question.
