Salva

(Salva POV) 

"Salva, come here," Ysal said as soon we saw the witch leave I was hesitant to come closer as I knew what she was going to do… but I still gave in anyway and obediently stood beside her. 

"I-I was just joking around," I stuttered with Ysal suddenly bringing me into a bear hug and then scratching the top of my head with her knuckle. "O-ouch… don't do that. That hurts," 

"Then, don't embarrass yourself or me again… understood?" 

"Yes, ma'am~," I sighed before looking at the dirty elf sitting in the chair across from the empress. 

"Ma'am, am I allowed to have my own dukedom? That woman will never choose me as her wife so I was wondering if it was possible for me to have my own dukedom," 

"And what brings this up? Jealously perhaps? Are you not content with being a queen of this capital?" The empress smirked, pouring the woman a glass of wine.