From the grand hall, the helpful young ladies decided to scurry off as fast as they could.
They had realized something very important.
The only reason Young Lords Kyros and Mylor didn't seem like they had a single menacing bone in their bodies was because behind each of them stood the exact opposite kind of existence.
The farewell was quick.
Painfully quick.
Even though they wanted to stay and talk more with the surprisingly approachable and adorable lords, survival instincts took priority.
It would be better to do that another time.
Preferably, when those two terrifying figures weren't nearby. While Lord Mylor had been carted off and one of the pillars had disappeared, the one left behind was already more than the ladies could handle, so they had no choice but to say their goodbyes.
Young Lord Aziel, of course, wanted to protest the blatant disrespect.
But the ladies, despite his status, decided it would be much safer to drag him along with them.
