The Golden Cage

[Loyola]

Loyola is just amazed with Charlotte's look, she somehow lost her voice for some time. While maids went out to get the trays for them, Chrlotte and Enma were all alone. Loyola was looking at details of her dress and sighed in a weak and desperate manner. This person was now holding herself complete differently, she was from the different world. Only now it was clear for some reason. Is it compitable, can Enma ctually hold herself properly 'against' Carlotte? Now she have a huge doubts about it. No, it won't be under control now, it will turn into a something that was not planned at all. Loyola already sees it and don't have any ability to halt this ongoing process.

Enma is gathering her last mental strength to actually sound not too softly and hold herself like an important person. "Your highness is looking great. " But even that was hard to say. Dinner room was literally one door away from the bedroom, appartment was actually quite small and did not have a royal size. Enma for some reason came closer to Charlotte. "Your servants are on their way, dinner room is over there." She slightly pointed out on the opened door.

She wasn't feeling like going first, following would be better, at least it would be easier to hide uncertainty. If it is possible by now anyway. Loyola is still having a hope that she will gain control over herself, otherwise this dinner is going to be a game with 0 score on her side.

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