𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐞 - 𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲 [𝔴𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔭]

XI

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" 𝓃𝑜. 𝟧 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝒾 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 - 𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒾 "

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"𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨' 𝙗𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙤𝙣."

Claude glanced at the knight standing guard behind him in his study. The quill in his hand paused for a moment. A thought crossed over him. "And what are you implying I shall do?" The emperor asked his eyebrow quirked.

Felix internally sighed and replied. "I suggest we uphold a celebration for the prince. Introduce him to the people? Besides I'm sure he never had a suitable birthday celebration for a prince..." He knew that Claude has been troubled for the past few days seeing that (m/n) was deemed inadequate for the role of the crown prince since he was never presented nor informed of his birth or existence to the Council.

Lucia didn't want them to get involved so she hid her pregnancy from outside the palace. Claude agreed for the sake of her safety but looking back it seemed it didn't matter. The emperor held his chin processing his thoughts, in front of him was documents containing arrangements of his son's debut ball. He needed it to be as soon as possible so his son may gain the people's favor. As humorous as it may sound, not many knew of his existence yet (Claude's fault).

"Might as well organise the inauguration for the prince. A genius like me is a curse to exist..." Claude mumbled the last part under his breath. The redhead who heard it sighed helplessly. "And who's to be the organiser, Your Majesty?" In royal affairs, it it common for the Empress to organise the special events. Since there was no current Empress, it falls down to the Emperor or the Royal Organiser. "I don't have any time for this." "Even for your own son?"

The emperor glared at his knight. "You know that's not what I meant." "And you know that's not what he'll think." Claude groaned and ran his fingers through his hair and leaned on his plush chair. "What do you mean?" He asked in disdain.