"If this reckless behavior carries on, I believe I will have no choice but to physically lift you up to your chambers, Your Highness."
The flat, unimpressed tone didn't even make Yerel blink. He simply tilted his glass, letting the deep crimson wine wash over his tongue as he leaned his forearms heavily against the railing of the high balcony. His violet eyes, slightly hazy from the alcohol, were fixed entirely on the center of the crowded ballroom floor below.
Specifically, he was watching Cherion and Philia dance.
