"WHAT?!"
Elric's brows met between his nose and it made him slam his palm on the desk in front of his father. The piled up documents from different nobles, with requests, bounced up. The papers on the edge of the desk fell and scattered on the floor.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MOVED IT?!"
His raging voice didn't even make Elrion scared. From the paper he's been reading, his eyes went to the furious prince. "Don't you like it?" he asked, putting down the document. "We don't have much time since the nobles are busy."
Elrion grinned secretly. Seeing the distorted expression of his son made him satisfied. It was all because of him, he'll going to hold the ritual during the end part of the ball. Some noble families already agreed, even the ones who's going to prepare the barriers and everything.
"This is the best option, besides someone might abduct that Artemian if we don't move fast," Elrion stated, as if he's really concerned. "Unless you want to–"
