"Orian, how was the play in the opera house?" Seren asked her.
Oriana was first startled, but then her expression brightened as she gushed, "It was really good, Your Majesty! We watched a play called Kairos. The song performances raised goosebumps on my skin. They’re that good. You should watch it as well."
"Really?" The Queen then turned to look at her brother, her pout hidden by her veil. "You didn’t take me with you, Brother."
"You have a husband. It’s his responsibility to take you to the Teatro Nefer, one of the finest opera houses we have in the continent," Cian replied as he smirked at Drayce.
Seren’s displeased and accusing gaze targeted the red-eyed man standing next to her.
"My Queen, those are for kids. Once we return Megaris, I will take you again to the opera house in Blackhelm."
Hearing those words, Seren’s face immediately flushed. She hoped that others didn’t know what her husband meant, but her brother sure was aware of it.
"I..." Seren happened to glance at Oriana and found something to divert attention from her. "Orian, why did you change your headwrap style to cover your neck as well? Isn’t it too hot to do that?"
Unintentionally, Seren had shifted the ball of embarrassment to the unsuspecting young woman.
Oriana was caught off guard once again. Was it that big of a deal? Why were they nitpicking at her? When she thought this topic was already buried, someone would always point it out and she would grow flustered all over again.
Arlan observed her flushed face while she tried her best to not look at him.
"Y-Your Majesty, I sprained my neck. I have applied ointment and wrapped cloth for better effect," she gave the same excuse. After all, consistency was key.
"Does it hurt badly? Though you are a physician yourself, you can let Martha check it. She is good at treating as well..."
"N-No, Your Majesty. I am fine," Oriana subconsciously touched the fabric around her neck, as if making sure it was fine.
"Alright, I won’t pester you. But take care of yourself."
"I will, Your Majesty."
Meanwhile, Drayce offered a questioning look, to Arlan to which he gave him a flat stare, as if asking, ’What?’
Drayce shook his head and resumed watching Seren and Oriana.
Arlan also resumed watching Oriana.
The topic of the women’s conversation returned to the play Oriana had seen. As it was the first time she experienced such luxury, she was visibly excited to share what happened to a friend.
’How adorably innocent.’
Arlan had seen her act bold and rude and stubborn, but as she chatted idly with another woman, Oriana looked young and innocent, nothing like her usual self. In fact, she was truly a girl at heart, was an innocent girl forced to be tough due to what she had to face in life.
Cian noticed their exchange, shook his head, and walked towards the table where refreshments were placed. Yorian standing right beside it and he went to him. This friendly elf had helped him understand various things which he as a human would not be able to accept so easily.
With them left on their own, Drayce and Arlan took this as a chance to talk about important matters.
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