Chapter 238
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The words of the emperor were heard as he continued to stare at the defying man in the distance.
Scrutinizing his gaze, displeased at the value he had for the Empire’s future, the Crown Prince continued to stare... For that Empire he was to inherit was one he now dreamed of dedicating to the beloved Empress the Lady would become once the man attained her hand. The Lady... who Noverrne had the intention to invite and steal the awaited dance he gained with the struggle of his soul.
It was pure instinct. Yet Zeleskiaz knew that the man of great Title found in the Lady’s company already had a different gaze only meant for the woman.
Nonetheless, whether Clemente was aware of it... Zeleskiaz wished to know.
’... If he knows... He better stay away from My Lady...’ — He glared at Noverrne as he thought.
Even the idea turned his chest into infuriating displeasure.
However, the meet of their eyes shortly disconnected, as their senses felt those unique steps. Those that even with their muffled sound could still be recognized in the awful crowd of people inundating the Palace.
Entering with her Father, she was so vivid in the far corner that his grin could not be held back.
’... Bouquet of Love... You finally come to adorn this gruesome Hall...’
Zeleskiaz thought as his thumb stroked the sheet with the affection he desired to caress her hand. Trying to force the impatience to stay concealed within him, for a wish to rush through the crowd to meet her again was depriving the air from his lungs... And as any other unpleasant thought he previously hauled, was forfeited in the delight to find the sight of her beauty.
The pleased pink auroras in his hues observed the woman in appreciative restraint. Receiving the food her Father offered. Graciously bowing to disagreeable nobles. Drinking by her Father’s arm, who he envied to madness for being near the Lady he loves... yet appreciated greatly since his prominence kept the young men away from shamelessly peeking at Marianne’s lovely figure.