A knock interrupted their conversation, 

“Your highness, your bath is ready,” one of the servants announced. 

The young sire got up as he walked past his aide, “I believe the earl only has two daughters, right? Before we depart from here, I’d like to speak with them. Make sure not to let this reach anyone’s ears, that includes the ladies’ parents,” he specified. 

Ludwig nodded in return, “Considered it done.”

After a bath and getting served a meal, two young ladies entered once permitted. Both ladies lifted the hem of their dress lightly and gave a bow, displaying courtesy, giving their greet to the prince. 

“I, Emma Bleufort, first daughter of Earl Bleufort, greet the crystal of Wynhearth, Prince Anastasius Asi Archanbeau,” a female in violet plain dress with calm, mature demeanour. Her cool ruby eyes looked solemnly at the prince infront of them. 

“Ella Bluefort, greet the crystal of Wynhearth, Prince Anastasius Asi Archanbeau,” a livelier but soft vocal followed after, a younger lady wearing similar plain designed lavender dress whose eyes coloured are the same as her sister but more childish and big . 

Both ladies were about the same age as the crystal of Wynhearth but embraced splendid modesty. Ludwig gestured his armour-covered hand towards the couch in the middle of the room and the maidens took their seat, opposite and facing the prince who set his half-finished meal aside. He was satisfied with the food but the meal wasn’t as significant as the conversation they were about to have. His sharp eyes gazed at the earl’s young ladies. 

Moment of silence.