Another month had gone by...
"You've been detained here for three weeks?" Claude inquired at the distressed Klaus inside the prison they were in. Unlike usual, Klaus was only in his inner blouse, with his coat crumpled in his hands.
Klaus clicked his tongue as he glared at Claude. "My nephew, that smirk of yours will disappear once days go by and you will be shocked. It's already been a month since you're stuck here."
"Apparently, the wedding is already a week. So, staying in prison for a week is not a problem."
"Claude, stop teasing Klaus. He's been here the longest." Claude raised his gaze at the person leaning near the bars. It was Dominique. The person sitting near him was Rufus — the emperor of the Great Heart Empire. Claude couldn't help but chuckle as those two surely looked tired.
