At some point during the commotion, the woman in his arms had regained consciousness. When Zeonen picked her up and lowered his head, his gaze collided with her violet orbs.
"You're awake? How do you feel?"
The woman blinked and stared at him.
Zeonen felt self-conscious. No woman had ever stared so openly at him before. Something flickered in his eyes, and as if he just recalled he was holding her in his arms, his face flushed and he embarrassedly raised his head.
"Dion, to the Sitting Room."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Dion slightly bowed his head and took the lead. The crowd immediately cleared a path and allowed them to pass without any hindrance.
Eradine gritted her teeth. The Emperor's odd behavior evoked a foreboding feeling in her heart. His obsession with cleanliness was wildly know
