Aloof to everyone's surprise, the Crown Prince continued to turn his gazes, eventually falling on the Lady he had avoided to look at until this moment.
It was thanks to her soon-to-meet eyes that his greetings were nearly perturbed from coming out smoothly thus how wonderful brightness they projected with their dark hue.
"... Greetings to the Lady... I hope for you to forgive my delay..."
Bowing in a respectful greeting, Zeleskiaz heartfully said, feeling dizzy by her essence gradually reaching his heightened nose.
Marianne gave a polite nod as she was accustomed, indicating that it was fine on her part.
"... Then, take a seat, Crown Prince. Fate must have saved luck for your days, that even though you are late, the seat next to Lady Marianne is the only available... How fascinating." — The Emperor said bitterly.
It was indeed the work of luck that had let this opportunity come to his heir.
