An important event finished, perfect in the eyes of many. The moment of great applause gave path to a pacific celebration, and the Royals along the Ninth walked down the stage, allowing many meetings to occur. Yearned ones... as well as unwanted ones.
"Elenaide… I will go to Marianne. Will you–"
"Go on. I am not going… I will remain here. My blood still boils." — Holding her head in displeasure, Elenaide interrupted her husband, lowering her tone to mumble a reproach.
"... Sigh. Alright. Herald, do take care of her grace." — Understanding as he had seen the woman's reaction to the evil one's presence, Orland requested of the Duchess' bodyguard, making a blind eye to her disrespect as her tone softened, showing awareness of her wrongdoings. — "I will come back as soon as possible, my wife… Do rest even if a little."
"... Yes… Thank you, husband. Go ahead, I–I may join you later… Theressa, dogo with your Father. You… You said you wanted to go along earlier."
