Turning to the maid, Marianne bowed, signalling she was to go back as Zeleskiaz made his way up, ecstatic to finally see her, looking ever so beautiful while she hoped for distance.
"… My Lady…" — Breathless, he gazed at her, uselessly trying to find divine words to dedicate when his mind was utterly blank. Becoming shyer once her gaze looked at him so clearly and intensely. — "It is… How…Uhm… hah."
"?" — 'What is wrong with him?… is he… is he actually so done he cannot even meet my eye?'
She misjudged, saddened and convinced by the useless overthinking. Lowering her head as she also noticed his hand had yet to be offered when in a not so far past it would have been the first that would be offered for hers to take whenever they greeted.
Mistaken… so very mistaken…
"… My dear Lady Marianne."
'… dear… he says…'
"You were taking so long… I was about to go seek you…"
"…"
