"Your Imper-"
"We're both alone. Don't need to be so formal, Air," Elliot said as he was signing a document. Air closed his eyes for a while. As he spoke, he opened his eyes back, asking, "What do you plan to do with the princess?"
Elliot's hand stopped moving, but his eyes were still on the document. A smirk formed on his mouth. He then answered, "Who knows?" Every single move Emelia does interest him. Earlier during supper, it was his first time seeing Lady Malith defeated against another woman. She deserved it, deserved to be ashamed in public.
"What do we do if Lady Malith complains about the princess?" Air asked as he got the document from Elliot. "Let her be," Said Elliot making Air want to complain out loud, but he couldn't. Air didn't ask any further because the answers wouldn't be out either way.
