The music died out, and as they moved closer, the chatters became prevalent.
Nathalie had long noticed a particular stare of Athan, for she wore a rather outfit appropriate in harsh winters in her homeland, the Northern Territory; however, they were in the Imperial Capital, and such frigid environment is nowhere near it.
Fortunately enough, he never said a word, and as though respected her decision.
For a while now, she had long kept herself from spoiling the surprise.
'This has to be right. What I want is what I get.'
After going through the troubles and persuasion of Arnold, she finally got the chance to showcase a new side of herself.
By the time they reached towards the entrance, an arch wide open with imperial guards giving way to them, she stood with grace. At that moment, she took off her fur cape, slipping off her dainty shoulders, and hung by the forearms—donning it like a cozy sash.
