Javier was about to lean in for another kiss when a familiar voice drifted over, teasing, melodious, and impossible to ignore.
"Ara~ it seems that after the young master claimed his elf, he's already forgotten about his future second wife~"
Both Javier and Liana turned, blinking in surprise.
Gloria stood just a few paces away, the picture of poise, glasses catching the morning light, and not a single fold out of place on her crisp maid's uniform. She slipped down from her Pekko with practiced grace, smoothing her skirt.
Without missing a beat, Gloria let out a theatrical sigh and collapsed to her knees, skirt swirling around her. One hand pressed to her brow, the other fluttered a handkerchief toward her cheek as if dabbing away imaginary tears.
"Oh~ young master, how cruel," Gloria declared, her voice quivering with mock anguish.
"You ran away to the royal capital with Liana and left me here, all alone, abandoned to the cold, heartless nights… Sob, sob…"
