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[ Then, does that mean we can play and eat together today? Marvellous! ]
Dioclecià had glimmering eyes as he stared at the little text the Lady had now given him. He was expecting to be dismissed after her question on his schedule and had felt grief to think that the kind Lady was also not happy with his presence.
Yet, the gaze she looked at him with was simply honest and bright, conveying her true delight for having him visit this morning.
Shyly, he intended to answer as controlled as possible, holding his joy from being obvious in his voice as the Prince answered.
"I... It is only for breakfast, My Lady..."
To his answer, the Lady rolled her eyes downwards letting the tender lids wither as she tilted her head in apparent disappointment.
