The Emperor calls it a day and marches out of the room with his usual steps. He's grown up during the last year, so now he's taller than me.
He doesn't even glance at me, but I curtsey. To avoid further problems. I'm tired, and I want to rest.
I feel as if I've battled, instead of just conversing for a few minutes.
As soon as he's gone, I turn towards the exit and reach the hallways out of the throne room. The Princess is soon by my side, relieved that all went according to plan.
Now, all we can do is wait.
«How are you?» she asks me while grabbing my hand.
It's the first time she initiates skin contact, and I find out the motive when another group of noblewomen approach us.
Not that I mind: her touch is gentle and caring. It's as warm as Alexander's but not that strong.
