The Emperor Forces My Flower Path -《3》
Elmond Moira extended his hand to the empress. His intention was to kiss the back of her hand and express his respect and loyalty. But the hand that grabbed his was much larger and firmer than his own—it was Haven’s.
While he unexpectedly shook hands with the prince consort, Raviel smiled and said, "Welcome, Duke Moira. Don’t feel slighted for not being able to offer my hand."
"Haha, we also have grown accustomed to Philander’s customs by now," Elmond replied with an awkward smile.
The custom of not being able to kiss the empress's hand might be unique to Seven Hills on the entire continent. Whenever someone approached the empress, the prince consort's demeanor changed. As long as his sharp black eyes were watching, no one could get close to Raviel.
