Elian's POV
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[Oh, that's the baddie from that haunted hotel trip in the industrial district. Remember her?]
The system trying to make him remember shit about some random girl Aurora walked into the event hall with, pissed him all the way off.
He's burning up here for the gods' sake!
Not only that, but he could only think about one thing and one thing only.
[Getting fucked on your fours by your mates. Yeah, we get how a heat works, fruitcake.]
Elian's eyes twitched but he kept his composure, watching as Aurora navigated through the crowd with the girl following closely behind her.
When the Princess finally arrived at the dais, ignoring the scrutiny of people whispering about the slight tear on her gown, Elian let himself speak.
"D–Do you have it?" He asked.
He was ready to throw that damn pill into his mouth without water.
"Yeah, yeah... So sorry for the hold up." Aurora clutched the hem of her gown, climbing up the steps.
