"Is it wrong to cherish her when her husband fails to appreciate the treasure he holds within his grasp?"
⋆ Claude De Alger Obelia x Navier Ellie Trovi
➳ 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞...
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As three days had elapsed, the time had come for Claude and Athanasia to bid farewell to the Eastern palace and embark on their return journey to Obelia.
Within the palace, a flurry of activity unfolded as diligent workers bustled about, meticulously organizing and packing the emperor and princess's belongings into their respective suitcases and trunks.
Stepping out of his chambers, Claude emerged in regal attire, his discerning gaze wandering through the opulent hallways of the South Palace, absorbing the grandeur that surrounded him.
However, amidst this splendid setting, a voice resonated, drawing his attention to none other than the Eastern emperor himself.
With a courteous yet guarded smile, Sovieshu greeted Claude, his voice laced with a hint of warmth amidst a sea of unease.
"Emperor Claude. I trust your time spent in the Eastern Empire has been filled with a few pleasurable moments."
Claude's inquisitive gaze shifted toward the Eastern emperor, his eyebrow arching ever so slightly in curiosity.
"I found my stay agreeable, I suppose."
In response, Claude's voice rang out in a detached and dispassionate manner, leaving no room for sentiment.
Caught off guard by the Emperor's aloofness, Sovieshu swallowed nervously, his eyes averting momentarily as he delved into his thoughts, searching for the right words to bridge the gap between them.
"Allow me to express my sincerest apologies once again. I did not intend to cause any conflicts between us," Sovieshu admitted, his voice tinged with remorse and a genuine desire for reconciliation.
The Obelian emperor's brow furrowed slightly, contemplating Sovieshu's plea for reconciliation.
After a moment's contemplation, he nodded with measured acceptance.
"Apologies...accepted."
A wave of relief washed over Sovieshu's countenance, his smile resuming its regal splendor as a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes.
Seizing the opportune moment, he gracefully implored Claude for a private audience before his imminent departure.
"Before you leave, I would be grateful for a short conversation, if you don't mind," Sovieshu requested, his voice steeped in polite reverence.
Claude maintained a composed silence, his brows furrowing imperceptibly as he discerned the underlying motives behind Sovieshu's request.
Instinctively, he knew that this encounter held a purpose beyond mere pleasantries.
With a deliberate gesture, he offered a firm nod of assent, accepting Sovieshu's appeal for a private conversation.
In unison, the two monarchs commenced their measured stride, navigating the grand corridors of the palace.
