"Ma!" Bella flew towards me, circling around as she chirped before settling on my shoulder.
I lightly tapped her head and looked towards my front, where Azriel was already staring at me.
'Thump!'
His stare is scary.
I gave a light bow, "Your Majesty." I then sat down on the chair beside his.
"...You..." Azriel pursed his lips, saying nothing more. He fixed his seating position... numerous times.
Even as the race commenced, he kept changing his position. What? Is the chair uncomfortable or something?
"..." I sighed and turned towards him, "Your Majesty, are you-"
My words paused as I was taken aback. Azriel was looking towards me, his head leaning close to mine. We were so close, I swore the tip of our noses brushed against each other.
Azriel's eyes are... really pretty.
I touched the tip of my nose, trying to get over the cold feeling of his silver mask.
"Would you like... to change seats, Your Majesty?"
"Why? Are you uncomfortable?"
"...? No, but you are."
"Me?"
