"Greetings, Your Highness. Thank you for your kind invitation, we–"
"Who are you?" — The daydream Zeleskiaz had been entranced in, was shattered by the searing voice that the reckless Theressa uttered.
Cutting her sayings with a demandant tone, the Crown Prince exhibited his authority, completely disinterested in giving the intruder a single glance.
"!..... It is a pleasure to meet your Highness... I am Theressa Sylfinnier, younges–"
"I understand. You must be Lady Marianne's sister then."
"... Yes."
"... Lady Marianne..." — Softening his gallant voice, Zeleskiaz got up from his seat behind the wide desk and walked with silent steps around it. — "Do not stay at the entrance, I have been... Waiting for your visit... My Lady."
The emotionless visage of the Lady couldn't be perceived as plain with the gracious glint of her eyes. Meeting his sight line, the Crown Prince instantly felt a heating thrill travel through his defined spine.
