Vadim PoV
Amelia let of me as our little girl lowered her head in defeat. I frown, she look so small, well smaller than she already was.
Stepping into the ring, I rushed over to her.
"Nora," I mumbled, unsure if it was even right to talk. My princess was a proud girl and in moments like this, she usually just wanted to be left alone to stew in her own quiet fury. But she looked so... deflated. My heart ached for her.
She was still kneeling, her purple wings drooped, her orange braid brushing the sand. Eijiro stood a respectful distance away, his crook lowered, watching her sympathetically. He looked like he wanted to say something too. The kid was as gentle as his parents. Not that Eiro would ever outright show it to most, but I knew the Grand Duke was kinder than he let on. He had trained his son, after all. The way Eijiro had moved in that battle was similar to Eiro's, but more graceful like Kira.
