"Is it wrong to cherish her when her husband fails to appreciate the treasure he holds within his grasp?"
⋆ Claude De Alger Obelia x Navier Ellie Trovi
➳ 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞...
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A few days later...
Claude and Athanasia were outside, preparing to depart.
The carriage is adorned with intricate golden filigree and embellishments, gleamed under the sunlight. The smooth, polished woodwork and every curve and contour are meticulously carved and seamlessly integrated.
The Emperor of the Obelian Empire, was dressed in a resplendent ensemble befitting his regal status. He wore a tailored coat of deep obsidian, crafted from the finest silk and adorned with delicate golden embroidery.
The coat draped over his broad shoulders, accentuating his commanding presence. Beneath the coat, he wore a crisp, ivory shirt, its collar fastened with an intricately designed golden brooch.
His trousers matched the dark hue of his coat, tailored to perfection and tailored to perfection and exuding an air of sophistication.
Completing his attire were polished black boots that reached just below his knees, adding a touch of refined elegance to his overall appearance.
Around his neck, he wore a simple but elegant black velvet cravat, perfectly tied in a meticulous knot.
While the young princess of the Obelian Empire, was adorned in a charming and elegant dress. The delicate gown was crafted from the softest pastel pink silk, flowing gracefully around her petite frame.
Intricate lace adorned the bodice, adding a touch of dainty sophistication to the ensemble.
The puffed sleeves were adorned with tiny satin bows, adding a playful and adorable element to her attire.
The skirt of the dress cascaded down in gentle ruffles, creating a whimsical and enchanting effect as she moved.
With utmost care, Claude scooped up Athanasia, his beloved daughter, and settled her gently onto the plush seats of the carriage. Gracefully, he followed suit, joining her within its luxurious confines.
"Daddy, what does the Eastern Empire look like?" Athanasia's voice echoed with delight, her eyes filled with anticipation.
Claude cast a measured glance at his daughter, his gaze briefly meeting hers before drifting back to the passing scenery outside the carriage window.
"I have no clue," he replied in his signature calm and measured tone. "All I know is that it's just from a distant continent."
As the carriage embarked on its journey, the rhythmic clattering of hooves and the gentle swaying motion enveloped them.
