Chapter 433
Some kind of instinct was telling me there was more he wanted to say yet couldn’t as the Princess continued to talk about how this Ball appeared promising in many ways. And as it was probably arranged given the time I was told to leave my chambers by Sir Vitor, no opportunity was allowed for us to share some words as the Emperors also joined us shortly after.
Maybe I had gotten so used to these people that the flamboyance of the Emperor was expected along with his eager greetings, so much it felt common... The Empress, however, stoically walked beside him balancing the ambience perfectly and after greetings were once again exchanged...
"We should join our guests without further ado... Zeleskiaz, now you may escort the Ninth if you wish." — The Emperor said with a malicious smirk. Making us giggle... to then immediately hold the arm already waiting to be taken.
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Her hand, elegantly soft, gently took his arm with as though a precious caress that sent delighted shivers to the Crown Prince’s heart.
Unable to say much as the wondrous beauty of the Lady had taken words from his mind, Zeleskiaz’s hand was the one to convey first the entrancement her appearance provoked while placing it lovingly on the smooth fingers of the woman while meeting the alluring anthracite of her hues so a sentence could be expressed.
"Hopefully, it is not solely for this entrance that the Lady is to allow myself to escort her." — Playfully attractive, he said. Noticing the thrill his sayings invoked in her already adorable spirit with the captivating grip her tender limb gave him in what he would believe was a quiet agreement.
Joy was granted to the man so easily by her presence that the Prince’s chest puffed stronger the more her closeness transmitted her warm essence as they paced into the sight of the Ball’s assistants.
The people witnessing the royals march between them never felt less important for Zeleskiaz until that moment, for it was her walking beside him that robbed any consciousness about the people surrounding them.
’... Nothing we are yet... and it is already a daydream for you to be lead before many by my hand, my Lady...’ — Peeking at Marianne’s grace in what he managed to make a discreet glance, Zeleskiaz’s smile was for once repressed, for if allowed, too wide, shameless and maybe even foolish it would appear to the many eyes watching them.