The comfort of the woman finding a place between his arms as he reserved it solely for her to rest in, infected the Crown Prince. Allowing his trouble to settle along her breathing and, savouring the harmony of her relaxation, he also rested on her gentle being, feeling weightless even while her hold was soft enough to blend with the sweet air filling his lungs.
'..... Such an enchantment… my loved lady... so frail you are…' — Lovingly, Zeleskiaz adored the drowning sensation of embracing Marianne, only opening his eyes to peek at the woman's hair that remained uncovered by the cloak.
"..."
A moment of pondering spanned as he noticed his head was properly hidden. Taking action upon it as the noises of the many around were recognised once again.
With careful motion, his fingertips went for the cloth to rearrange the crown that should stay concealed. Carefully as if hiding.
And yet… she noticed. Moving away in reflex...
"!"
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