"IT'S ONLY red wine and she's this drunk?" Treyson couldn't believe while she was carrying the drunk lady in his arms.

"She has this very low, almost non-existent alcohol tolerance." Yvonne said in slurred voice. "She's always drunk even if it's only wine."

They entered Raia's room and put her to bed, the latter was dead to the world.

Yvonne immediately head for the door which he assumed the bathroom and went back with a face towel and a small basin filled with warm water on hand. And Treyson was just standing beside the bed, watching his younger sister.

"Can you get her another set of clothes?" Yvonne asked, but her tone was more on commanding him. And he can't help but obey.

Treyson walk towards the door opposite from the door where his sister headed for the towel and basin. And he was welcomed with a neatly folded and hanged clothes. He wasn't sure what to get so he pulled a white shirt and a sweatpants. And then he went back to her sister and handed the clothes to him.

"Thank you. Now get out." Yvonne told him without even looking at him.

Treyson chuckled softly before leaving the room.

Remembering the dead-to-the-world young lady, Treyson can't believe that wine have the ability to get someone drunk. He can't compare his alcohol tolerance to the young lady. But he knew someone who can drink like a fish and can barely get drunk.

Treyson shook his head to lose the thought. Remembering her now won't do him any good. He has to stir his mind away from her for his own good.

Treyson flopped himself on his bed, not minding if he reeks of sweat and alcohol. His eyes were glued on the ceiling as if it's the most interesting thing to stare at.

And then, an image of a woman clouded his mind. From her brows, eyes, nose, lips and every contour of her face was so vivid in his mind. The way her brows furrowed or quirked up, the way she scrunched her nose and the way she bite her lips. It's all a memory, but so vivid that it sends a painful twist inside him. And it happens all the damn time that she remembers the woman who broke her heart. And still is breaking it by her mere memories.

Treyson lied on his stomach and burried half of his face on the sheets. He badly wanted to forget the feelings he have for her but it just won't leave him alone. And he's cold again.

Treyson scoffed at himself. He's always been cold when he thinks of her. And it's getting old news for him but he can't get used to it. Never.

With that thought in mind, Treyson surrendered himself into the enchantment of sleep.

THE NIGHT rolled into morning. The curtains of Raia's room was being swayed by the wind as it passed through her windows. The rays of the sun kissed her face causing her eyes to flutter open.

"Thanks be to God." She murmured as she get up from the bed. And when it dawned on her, she was baffled as to how she got on her room. "What happened last night?"

Raia stared at the ceiling, trying to remember what happened. And when her mind replayed the things that happend for the past night, she slapped her forehead.

The drinking of wine, playing the piano and laughters and sharing of stories. And then, the wine. Again and again.

"I will never drink wine again." She mumbled, a bit ashamed. "Or any beverage that contains alcohol at that."

She sat on her bed and reached for her ponytail, tied her hair up and stare at complete nothingness. When she thought of what happened, she wanted to sulk. But it won't do her any good now. There's no use crying over spilled milk.

With that, Raia got up and fixed herself and headed downstairs after. And since it was Sunday, the house is quiet. Making her the first person of the household to woke up.

And as her usual routine, she started making breakfast for everyone, making a cup coffee for her in the process. She fried some eggs, bacon and some dried fish. Accompanied with some tomatoes, fried rice and a basket of bread with butter on the side. She was in the middle of setting the table when Treyson entered the kitchen and sipped from her coffee cup.

"Good morning, my lord," she bowed her head to hide her smile. "If you want coffee, I can make you one."

"Yes, please. I need that." And moved to sit at the stool on the kitchen counter.

"Hangover?" Raia asked as she moved to make him coffee.

"Yeah. My head hurts a bit. But, yeah..." Treyson trailed off.

"Here." She placed the coffee in front of him and smiled. She continued to set the table in silence.

Treyson immediately took the a sip only to be choked by the bitter taste of it. Raia came rushing to him with a glass of water, worry was written oh her face.

"Are you okay, my lord? What happened? Too hot?" Her questions blurted out successively, grabbed the hand towel to wipe his face.

"The coffee tastes so bitter. But the one on your cup is not. Why is that?"

"You have hangover, right?" She asked, as if that explains everything.

Treyson opened his mouth to retort back but couldn't find the words to say. He just stared at her, caught on her astonishing eyes. Again.

Raia's eyes was that of the ocean. The right one is blue, the left is green. It's peculiar at first glance, but as he take a lingering look at it, he started to fall into his fascination for her eyes.

Raia felt awkward under his gaze, so she took a subtle step away from him and continued her work in silence.

Raia was about to finish when Treyson broke the silence between them.

"Did you know that you're drunk last night?" There's a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Very much, my lord."

"Did you remember what happened?"

"Clearly."

"Then you do know that you're dead to the world when we put you to bed?"

Raia pouted at his last statement. "I have a very low alcohol tolerance. Sorry for that and for troubling you into putting me to bed."

Treyson chuckled softly at her, as if afraid that he might wake the whole house out of his amusement.

"No, no. It's alright." Treyson said chuckling. "I just can't believe you have a very low, almost non-existent tolerance of alcohol. I know someone who can drink like a fish and yet she's-"

Treyson cut off his own sentence when he realized what he was saying. And Raia noticed the change in Treyson's mood when he stopped talking. The expression on his face is laid bare before her eyes.

"What should I do about that?" Raia said feigning the sulking to divert her lord's attention. "I always promise myself not to drink, but when it's already in front of me, I can't help but be tempted."

"Then you should learn how to control yourself more." Treyson grinned, and the mood around him started to revert back to the ones before he mentioned that someone who caused his mood to drop.

"Maybe."

"Not maybe. It's for real, you have to control yourself when it comes to your weaknesses. And alcohol is one." Treyson sounded earnest.

"Yeah, sure. But it will take some time to exercise control over that."

Treyson was about to drop some remarks when the King and Queen pf the household entered the kitchen. The King's arm was draped over the Queen's shoulder.

"Oh, someone's up early." The Queen said when she saw her son. "How are you feeling?"

"My head hurts a bit but I can handle it. Thanks to Raia's coffee." He grimaced, but didn't let anyone see it.

The Queen's attention turned at her. "Good morning, mi hija."

“Good morning, Queen, King.” She politely bowed her head. “Breakfast is ready.”

And before the King and Queen can answer, the princes and the princess entered the kitchen. “Good morning.” They greeted simultaneously, sleepy but smiling.

And another day started with smiles at the Quintana household.