Emilia and Dante later left the banquet and another round of tension brewed quietly between them at their home, Emilia couldn’t stop pacing around the room. She walked back and forth, arms crossed, fingers trembling slightly as she muttered to herself. Dante watched her for a while before finally speaking.
“Emilia, you’ve been pacing around since you got back. What is it?”
She stopped only for a moment, pressing her lips together before letting the words spill out.
“About what happened, Dante… the Dragon General’s favour, everything that played out tonight—I don’t feel good about it. I don’t know if it’s good or bad. I can’t tell.”
Dante frowned gently. “Why do you think so?”
Emilia exhaled shakily, rubbing her palms together. “Did you see their faces earlier tonight? They were lookin
