The graceful sound and light movement of her crown startled the young man when too close to feign any innocence or ignorance. Meeting the drowsy eyes of an awake Marianne, whose smile took an elegant shape as soon as his trouble was manifested in frozen breathing.
"I fell asleep while you were gone… yet I did not think I would wake to hear your gallant whispers like this, my prince…"
"… *gulp*… I apologise…-!" — Nervous by the close and dulcet murmurs of the woman, Zeleskiaz attempted to take back a safe distance from his temptation. However, her hand had already grasped the sloppy frills of a clean blouse, keeping him as close so no escape like the previous one would be made… with almost no force in her grasp whatsoever.
"There is no need… you were saying something you did not finish… therefore, please do tell me… what was it, Prince Zeleskiaz…"
