'…..'
"… I see greetings are not part of the Crown Prince's remote manners anymore."
"They are. Depending on the occasion that is."
"Hah. A greeting is the least given you interrupt a piece being enjoyed. What is the matter that made you act this unpolitely, your highness?"
"… It is none of your incumbency…" — The Crown Prince said after briefly meeting my eyes that… somehow… only by crossing sights with him… felt teary… Going immediately back to face Paul, losing the kindness (if there was any) in his voice to growl in whispers I still was able to listen. — "Now… let go of Lady Marianne's hand peacefully… very quietly….. for I am not having a good day dealing with my patience… Little… Duke."
"… You think you can do whatever you like with my sister?"
"Ask yourself that f*cking question disturbed goof."
"! Kh?!!"
'I… certainly heard a crack just now.'
