After returning from the beloved's birthday celebration, and even before that, it had been difficult to meet the lady's gaze like they managed to do before the scene made by a lowly woman soured their day. Thus, the one last cross of their gazes once they arrived at the palace had left a sense of anxiety in his chest, lingering without mercy, intense in its stuffiness. For the innocent eyes of a beloved did not lie in that split moment… and his soul could tell there was something unsaid as the summon from the Emperor came to hinder the desired exchanges.
'She's concerned…' — Zeleskiaz thought with distress at the idea. — 'That woman was there so what else was I to expect? I should have explained even if it meant disrespecting the duke… But f*ck… That would also make a bad impression…'
