"Boo! So boring!"
Elizabeth gave a thumbs-down gesture as she booed from a private box high above the coliseum. She pouted and crossed her arms beneath her chest, then leaned back in her chair with a long sigh.
"Truly boring. Why does Aunt Emilia always save the best for last?"
She pursed her rosy lips, her gaze shifting toward Seraphine, who was seated in her own private booth. Elizabeth's lips curled into a mischievous smile.
"Don't even think about it," Seraphine said sharply, catching the dark glint in her younger sister's eyes. Raising an eyebrow, she sighed to herself.
"Don't you dare mess with the red one again. He already warned us. You don't want to see him angry, and I, for one, don't want to see the Empire reduced to ashes just because of one of your whims."
Her tone was firm, allowing no room for discussion.
