On a scale from one to catastrophe, where exactly did Elior fall?
Apparently, he was somewhere beyond reasonable measurement, teetering at the edge of what felt like the end of the world. Because his own fiancée had just assumed he was in a relationship with his aide. Of all people.
If he hadn't felt that sick yesterday, or at least as ill since that day, then today he certainly felt that his time was coming. And it was definitely coming very soon at the rate things were going.
Any second now. Any second at all.
To be fair, the Elven Prince did try to salvage his reputation. This misunderstanding could not be allowed to stand. It would be disastrous in the long run.
He might not know many things about romance, but he understood one very important rule about his partner's personality. Cheating was absolutely unacceptable. There were no exceptions. None. Zero. It was the kind of boundary carved into stone and then reinforced with emotional artillery. And rightfully so.
