'kh! "A pity" my a**!!'
Infuriated and in bewildering shame, the woman glared wishing to stand on her weak legs to no avail.
"It's gone." — The Duke's voice announced as he entered. — "! Marianne! Sweetie, you–...!!..... Fuhh..... I–I'm sorry... Are you alright? How are you feeling?... Please don't tell me you have a fever, dear..."
He had rushed to his daughter's side, alarmed because of Fenrir's selfish barrier on the entrance that the Prince had used to an unexpected advantage.
The blushed cheeks and her hand fixated on her mouth... Made him assume things... Mistaken beliefs on what concerned the Father most.
"Do you feel dizzy? Any nausea?..... Tsk! Did I not tell you to be careful, Prince?!"
"... It was implied, yes... I was truly careful, your Grace. Very."
The glare Marianne had given to Zeleskiaz as well as her fixed-in-place demeanour had been the culprit of Orland's angered reproach to the Prince.
