Tristan crept out of the room alongside Vincent, not wishing to be near Elias and hear whatever rant he would go on next. Luckily for them, Elias seemed content enough to brood in his own anger at the perceived betrayal from his sister. Looking to Vincent, Tristan smiled.
"Congratulations, uncle." Wishing to try and lighten the mood Vincent was in, he joked, getting a disgusted look in reply.
"I am honoured by His Highness's actions," Vincent said through gritted teeth, obviously scared that saying anything else might be overheard by Elias. Tilting his head to follow, once they got far enough away, Vincent dropped his act and quickly pulled a vial out of his pocket. Splashing its contents on a handkerchief, he pulled next, and he rubbed his neck and forehead, which had built up sweat. Finally, he placed both of the items on a random table, ripped his gloves off and quickly put a new pair on.
