The atmosphere in the parlor became more suffocating. Olivia felt a heavy pressure in her chest. Even though no one raised their voices, every look, every smile, and every word felt like it held a hidden meaning she could not understand.
She just stood silently behind Avvion, hoping the meeting would end soon.
Avvion, on the other hand, looked very calm. In fact, he felt almost satisfied. His eyes swept across Herold's face, then Ophilia's, before looking back at his teacup. The reactions he wanted were starting to show.
Herold was questioning Olivia's presence, and Ophilia could not hide her emotions every time she looked at the girl.
Interesting
he whispered to himself.
The gift I brought today is giving a very satisfying reaction.
Their conversation then returned to regional matters, trade, and border security as if nothing had happened moments ago.
A few moments later, Herold placed his teacup back on the saucer.
Click.
"Your Highness."
Avvion looked up slightly.
