Azazel and Azaron stood with glasses of wine in their hands as they stared at the gala happening below.
"What do you want, Azazel?" Azaron asked with the same flat and indifferent tone.
"You've been here for over a day, and you didn't even bother to look for me," Azazel spoke with a tired sigh, as though he was growing weary of the one-sided friendship.
"You aren't my wife," Azaron replied with a shake of his head.
"Whatever. We talked about you visiting the Velkarin Empire the last time, but you didn't, which I forgive you. But I sent you letters and invitations to my daughter's first birthday party, which you didn't attend, and that I can't forgive," Azazel spoke with a tired smile.
