Who knew what the future held, but Killian Nox knew he had managed to deliver what Luca had sent over.
With a mood that hadn't been this light in years, Killian strode into the Imperial Palace while unknowingly carrying something akin to a bomb.
Because when he handed the ornate boxes to the little princess, who practically skidded across the polished floors to meet him, he was met with a shriek so loud it nearly blasted out his left ear.
"Your Imperial Highness, is everything alright?" Killian blinked, puzzled.
But Princess Nina was staring at the boxes with wide, glimmering eyes, her little hands trembling as she clutched them.
"L-Lord Killian! I am grateful for this favor! Thank you so much!"
"Eh???"
Before Killian could make sense of the situation, relief washed over him. At least she wasn't crying, or fainting, or—well, doing anything worse than shrieking. He pointed out which box belonged to whom and thought his duty done.
