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[Emilian Sota]

Emilian was so tired of Germany. He had taken more trips there than he cared to think about and had just gotten back from yet another where he had learned some other foreign dignitaries' names that he couldn't pronounce just right. And no matter how smoothly things were going, he was getting antsy, it shouldn't feel routine to skip off to another country every few weeks. At least there was still Adara, but even being with her was feeling...normal.

It shouldn't feel normal...should it? Where was the intensity that had caused her to faint at the Masquerade? Well, it was there every night, but the little tingles on his spine from seeing her throughout the day had stopped. It didn't feel right to not feel like that anymore, maybe it was how it was supposed to turn out?

[Adara Snow]

Adara felt nothing out of place, though had she not still been near giddy over her status as betrothed, she might have been more aware of Emilian's emotional distance. Things were going well on the surface. She was well cared for, had her Warrior to spoil, to tease, and to be spoiled and teased in the most pleasant ways.

She was smiling as she entered the living room, her book bag at her side. She was careful not to speak of her contact with the new Deputy Headmaster or the new Head Boy, but set down her bag and crossed to Emilian's side. "Are you unhappy?" she asked, sitting delicately.

[Emilian Sota]

And there...was that flutter in his chest. Perhaps he was imagining that it wasn't as powerful as it had once been. Emilian forced any kind of negative thoughts from his mind and smiled as Adara sat. "No, my Princess," he said, sliding an arm around her waist. He wasn't happy about her new boss, but there wasn't much he could do about it when he was banned from the very grounds.

[Adara Snow]

Adara could do nothing but believe Emilian, and so she put any worry from her mind and leaned lightly into him. She turned slightly toward him and let her hands touch simply for the pleasure and comfort of touching him. "Are you bored?" she asked coyly. She looked up at him from beneath thick lashes, her intentions of soothing his ennui clear in the gleam of her eyes.