Roman and Violet

Meanwhile...

"You'll see her there." Ismael smiled at Roman, who was inside his chancery and just standing in front of the window. He studied the armor the seventh prince was still wearing from the desk where Ismael was leaning. 

Ismael folded his arms under his chest. "It's funny how you hadn't asked where I relocated her, nor did you ask about anything in particular. Actually, where were you all this time? You just come and go whenever you want to say something, but I can't seem to find you anywhere when I need you."

"You don't have anything important to tell me. Why look for me?" 

"Tsk. Can you loosen up a bit, Rome?" Ismael snapped his tongue, looking at Roman from head to toe in disbelief. His brother was still just as cold as ever, even though everything quieted down already. "How can you seduce Violet if you're always so uptight?"