Defiantly, Benz attempted to justify his actions. "Since when is a friendly dance off-limits?" he retorted, his attempt to appear nonchalant masking the underlying unease he felt.
He was keenly aware of the importance of maintaining a facade of diplomacy, especially in the presence of the DG Kingdom's representatives.
It was then that Emma, positioned atop Light, interjected with a voice that commanded attention yet exuded a subtle warmth. "Your Highness, Prince Bright," she addressed him, her gaze steady as she stood out amidst the group of noble girls.
Bright turned towards Emma, releasing his hold on Benz's neck with practiced ease. Pretending to adjust the lapels of Benz's coat, he then directed his gaze towards Emma, his expression softening into a disarming smile. "Yes, Love?"
Love???
