"… Your Highness." — Then the Knight said before the Crown Prince's strides took him away and out of sight. — "Is the Ninth, my master, alright?"
"… She is."
"…" — Bowing in appreciation the knight went back to stand tall in his guard of the entrance. Provoking in the prince a sense of kindness he had not felt before for others. Knowing that Vitor's aura appeared unsettled, aware that guilt had been growing within him after many incidents fell on the knight's master without him being able to aid her.
The steps he had given and were stopped by his call, remained paused to the sensation… knowing the source of this sentiment was born from the bliss of this day… one where his love could be told so officially his beloved could be courted by his hand.
"Your Master is alright." — Zeleskiaz repeated giving a step back to look the knight in the eye. — "You'll get to talk to her soon enough. Your watch, I appreciate it Vitor. And she also does."
