Sweet flutter invaded her chest as she received the paper he had brought for her to use.
Once again, softly like the roses in her bouquet, her cheeks were decorated by emotion, and with a glimpse of a thankful blink from her eyelashes, the frail lady's delight at his thoughtful preparations was conveyed.
[ Your Highness, your attentiveness moves me greatly. This ambience, I do like it.
The lights were truly captivating... You have my deepest appreciation for these sheets, these flowers and this invitation, Prince Zeleskiaz. ]
"... I am genuinely glad that is the case, Lady Marianne."
"..."
[ So… as you have mentioned, it is too soon to make our way back... ]
