After Kiev expressed his gratitude to Eva's maid and closed the door, Elis immediately wriggled out of the Mederian Prince's embrace. She hurriedly retreated to a corner of the room near the window and leaned against the wall, avoiding his gaze. Her fingers nervously fidgeted, and her palms grew sweaty as if she had committed a grave error.
Perplexed by her sudden change in demeanour, Kiev inquired, "What's the matter?"
"You... you... shouldn't address me in such a way, Your Highness!" Elis stammered, her voice barely audible, still avoiding eye contact.
Amused by her response, Kiev teasingly inquired, "Oh, you mean... 'my sweetheart'? Does it make your heart tremble?"
"Your Highness!" Elis protested, her voice filled with both embarrassment and concern.
"It's Kiev, or 'my darling', my dear. Have you forgotten your role?" he reminded her as he moved towards a nearby chair.
