"Yes. Give this to my Lady Marianne… You may go now." — Zeleskiaz said.
"As you order, your highness."
Bowing to the crown prince, Paige fled without looking back; never learning of the gentle demeanour he conquered during her wait and carried as she avoided his gaze. Albeit, the man went back into his quarters to relish on the messages exchanged. Peeking from his spot the seat he took at a small desk where the sheet she had sent lay, producing a fluttery effect to have his corners lift yearnful again.
"No more than a puppet I am… It is so easy for you to wrap me around your finger with so few words, my lady….. and yet… oh how a distressing honour it is, my love…"
