Zai just stares at his wife, watching as she holds this strange commanding pose in the aftermath of the asked question.

  She had marched in quite confidently into the living room, paused, and then paced the space for a few minutes in silence before subsequently approaching him with this request of her’s.

  Well, it was less of a request and more of a demand made of him. This body language of a pointed finger, her avoidance of eye contact, but a tone of cold, absolute authority that was deserving of every heir to that blasted Imperium all spoke towards this single task put upon the Prince of another subservient kingdom.

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  Zai noted that she had specifically avoided using that word, date, and instead framed this as a walk-around that festival Mori was talking about. That this togetherness was under the pretense of her own entertainment and education rather than anything romantic.

  The Crown Prince of Tianci notes to himself of his own progress for his plan, of how much more effort he would need to put in to slowly chisel through the walls of this terrifying Fourth Princess of the Ensolian Imperium.

  So he makes a concerted effort to make eye-contact with her, smiling with a gentle expression as he stands to his full height from the chair. One step closer, a short bow as he simply speaks his mind. “If it's with you Sophia, then yes. I’d love to accompany you.”

  Sophia Elsie the Eighth looks like she’s about to cry.

  proper date next chapter)

  giveaway

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