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"They are very trampled by the effects of what had happened." The exhaustion of the flight she had taken the previous night coming in to haunt her, Rosaliá yawned as she removed her gloves and looked over her shoulder at the man who sat on the ottoman by her futon in the large guest room of the Busan Palace, that had been assigned to her.
"I mean, I wouldn't blame them. Their son was unfairly snatched away from his family." He said making her sigh after she had inhaled a large gulp of air in a go.
"Do you..." she turned to face him as her head hung low, "do you think it's my fault?" She asked making the man to look up at her with a stoic face before he shook his head in denial.
He had forgotten the count of how many times that particular conversation had taken place but he wasn't tired of arguing with her again. He would do it as many times as he could.
"You know what I am going to say." He simply said making her press her lips tightly as she nodded at him.
"I have something to ask you, though." He said standing up as he saw how her hands, now bare, were being the subject of her stare as she looked at them with that same unmistakable guilt and longing.
"Why do you think that you being here," he said as he reached her, holding onto her shaking hands, "is going to be necessary? I think you should go back to Denmark." He said making Rosaliá look up at him with the same look she had given him when the conversation had been on the floors for its primary time.
Angry yet subduing because she knew the man in front wasn't going to accept the shit that she would shove up his nose the moment she would open her mouth.
"You know why, Vante." She said gritting her teeth making him smirk as he licked on his lips, holding his gaze on her lips.
"You know I don't particularly enjoy you being in a vulnerable situation, cousin." He said making her roll her eyes at him while he tightened his hold on her hands, knowing well that the next thing would be her kicking him out of the room.
"Think about it. I am here. The Busan Royals are a powerful monarchy, they can handle human pests, well."
"And you know, I am going to be the end of that pest, right?" She asked making him sigh in an exaggerated manner as he pouted at her this time trying out the last bit of his evident luck.
"Not working." She said subtly shaking her head making his slumped out shoulders to square back up as he cleared his throat to make his deep baritone a bit more lower as he spoke.
"Since you appear to be so defiant, I guess I would meet you at the lounge early tomorrow," he said leaning down to kiss her forehead, "Lady Rosaliá."
That being the indication of their conversation seeing the last of its life, Lord Vante swiftly turned around and left without a second glance at the woman who stood there watching him go.
