After Aelius disappeared down the hall, muttering something under his breath about "she's my bride", his shoulders slumped in quiet defeat, Javier stepped inside and flopped onto the nearby couch.
Athine followed with a graceful pace.
"So, Athine?" Javier asked, stretching an arm behind his head as he pulled out his sketchbook. "How do you want your wedding dress to look?"
A faint smile touched her lips as she took her seat across from him. Two maids moved with quiet precision.
one placing a cup of tea before her, the other setting Javier's coffee beside him.
"Little brother," Athine said gently, lifting her teacup with poise. "You know you don't have to design it yourself. We have seamstresses for that."
"Yeah, yeah…" Javier narrowed his eyes at her, smirking. "I'm doing this because I promised you two, remember?"
