The flickering candlelight illuminated the cool autumn night.
"Is it a candlelight dinner this time?"
The silver-haired Empress placed her hand on Shiayar's, allowing him to lead her inside through the door.
Seeing the arrangement inside the living room, a glimmer flickered in her eyes.
"I didn't expect you to have such a sense of romance."
"As expected of my Prince Consort."
"It's my honor to be praised by Her Majesty the Empress."
Shiayar smiled.
"I was a bit worried that you might find these details and so-called romance meaningless, just a waste of resources."
"But now I see, I was overthinking."
Isadella took off her black gloves and hung them with her moon-white coat on the armrest of the living room sofa.
The dim candlelight on the dining table flickered unsteadily in the darkened air, swaying with the gentle breeze.
Similarly, it reflected in Isadella's crimson pupils, like the light from a distant lighthouse on a dark ocean.
