A few minutes earlier…
"Luciel, are you seriously thinking of marrying that red-haired woman?"
Mino stood with her hands on her hips, her fluffy ears twitching in irritation. Her soft voice trembled with a mixture of jealousy and disbelief.
They'd only met the Moon Lord and her daughter that day — and now Luciel, with his infuriating calmness, had apparently said something about marriage.
Her pout deepened. She glanced down at her chest, then at her own toes. "Tch. Just because she's… slightly bigger." She mumbled under her breath. "Give me a few years and we'll see who's smaller."
"Humph." Elara — pale-haired and usually composed — removed her porcelain mask and crossed her arms, glaring daggers at Luciel. "Don't joke about such things."
She'd known him far longer than that red-haired girl. It wasn't fair. Not fair at all.
Luciel only smiled, leaning lazily against the wall. "My, my," he said, arching a brow. "Are my two princesses actually jealous?"
Both women froze.
