"There must be some reason." The count thought to himself as he silently stood behind the ladies who were talking and giggling together.
They seemed to have been bonding with each other, but there was something that was feeling like a itch to the count. Something felt like it was off.
Something was definitely not going on according to his plan, for the behavior that lady Isabella was showing was too different to the usual remarks and the patterns she are so used to showing.
"Why has become like a docile sheep? Is it because of the king?" The count thought and his eyes instinctively turned towards the king who was just standing a little bit away from the ladies and talking to his secretary.
"Hah." The count sighed silently.
"What am I even thinking? She is the most sought out person by that brat of a king... there is no way she would be scared of him." D'Azure waived off any kind of doubt that was starting to grow out as a sapling.
