"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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Silence fell between the two of them as they continued to look into each other's eyes.
"I apologize if the festivities have not entirely met your expectations tonight," she finally spoke once again.
Claude's gaze remained fixed on Navier, his stoic demeanor unwavering. He spoke in his usual composed tone, his words laced with a touch of intrigue.
"No need to apologize for matters beyond your control, it is but the nature of such events to have their imperfections," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of detachment.
Navier's green eyes widened imperceptibly, a fleeting moment of surprise passing across her features. She offered a gentle, apologetic smile in response to Claude's presence.
"I see," she murmured, her voice laced with a mixture of understanding and regret.
Her delicate fingers curled around the ornate doorknob of her private chambers, her gaze momentarily lingering on the threshold.
"Allow me to take my leave, if you will," she spoke in a soft, measured tone.
Claude regarded her with a hint of curiosity, his piercing gaze studying her for a moment before he offered a subtle nod of acknowledgment.
With a grace befitting her station, Navier stepped aside, allowing the emperor to pass by her.
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As the grand doors closed behind Claude, Navier found herself enveloped in the quiet sanctuary of her chambers.
The flickering candlelight casts a warm glow across the room, adding an ethereal ambiance to the space. She sighed softly, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions.
Navier's gaze wandered to the ornate mirror hanging on the wall, reflecting her elegant figure clad in a regal gown.
With a fleeting glance at her own reflection, she crossed the threshold into the intimate haven of her personal sanctuary.
