The prince who observed kept his nonchalant stare on the parents in front of him… catching a glimpse of the soft smile of his strict Mother who elegantly lowered her cup of tea, to draw nearer to her husband, caressing the cheek that looked away in a childish act.
"Why would this be treason, your majesty? Those mistakes you made… are what has made our bond a strong one for many many years. Could it be you regret it?"
"Never… Yet you also made mistakes, my Empress…"
"And yet we still hold each other's hands, right?"
"… yes, my Ingrid."
"… Do I need to witness this uncalled scene?" — Zeleskiaz suddenly asked even though he could see the delight of partners in marriage, feeling strange about it as they were his parents.
