With red governing his hues as if no hint of ultramarine ever existed in his glint, not moving at all, still and distressingly unwavering… too aware that a simple move could put an end to this accustomed event without any glorious thrill and instead fill its closure with chaos and blood.
"Oh, your highness, do not be so cold~! We are supposed to dance now, come, come- ?!" — Getting her hands pushed away as they tried to grab him, Karina only stepped back; grinning successfully at his dangerous being that looked at her terrifyingly destructive. — "… Does the crown prince plan to become a statue? It will not be good in the eye of the guests… my deAr?!?"
Stopping her hand which wanted to touch his face this time, Zeleskiaz took hold of the woman's wrist; shaking her brusquely, looking into her eyes with wrath showing up through his skin, power and menacing aura.
"I'll kill you."
"…"
