'… Should I escape the meetings due to today and wait for her at the Main Hall of the Palace?… Yet she will probably need rest before starting preparations for tonight's Ball…' — Just bathed, he stood before a mirror while contemplating his impatient ideas. Sobering up as he convinced himself he should not be impatient… yet could still be cleverly curious.
"… I'd better get dressed and go to Dioclecià's before it's too late." — Moving so his clothes could cover what should not be so freely exposed, Zeleskiaz left his chambers determined to stay informed no matter what. Crossing the corridors quickly and finding the chambers of his little brother he has never visited before.
"Sh-should I a-a-announce you, your highness???" — Surprised and petrified to see him there the third prince's servant asked. Receiving a sophisticated denial that was followed by the crown prince's knock on the door.
"Dioclecià are you awake? It is I, Zeleskiaz. I need to talk to you for a moment."
