"..."
The words of the emperor were heard as he continued to stare at the defying man in the distance.
Scrutinizing his gaze, displeased at the value he had for the Empire's future, the Crown Prince continued to stare... For that Empire he was to inherit was one he now dreamed of dedicating to the beloved Empress the Lady would become once the man attained her hand. The Lady... who Noverrne had the intention to invite and steal the awaited dance he gained with the struggle of his soul.
It was pure instinct. Yet Zeleskiaz knew that the man of great Title found in the Lady's company already had a different gaze only meant for the woman.
Nonetheless, whether Clemente was aware of it... Zeleskiaz wished to know.
'... If he knows... He better stay away from My Lady...' — He glared at Noverrne as he thought.
Even the idea turned his chest into infuriating displeasure.
