Elian's POV
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"Marriage? Next week?" Elian gawked at Lucian like he'd lost his mind when the broadcast was over and they were on their way to Lucian's room.
Or, at least Lucian was on his way there. He just followed.
Elian was forced to when Mister High and Mighty couldn't spare a moment for him after the broadcast, too busy answering calls from different councils around the Empire.
Safe to say Lucian had said some things that pissed them off.
"Elian, no offence, but I'm—" Lucian turned to Elian, gesturing at his communication ring, which was already flashing with another call.
But before he could complete that sentence, Elian grabbed his fingers, forcefully turning off the ring. He made Lucian look at him, much to the latter's surprise.
"I'm not going to wait till tomorrow to talk about this." Elian's tone was unwavering. "You didn't even think about discussing this with me? Really?"
[Ouuu. Go, diva! Clock his tea... Or whatever those earthling younglings say.]
