The Peace Treaty I

The sun raised to a new dawn day. The grand celebration was a success, and news flew around amongst the nobles after Elliot's last minute appearance in the ballroom. The news had reached Emelia's ears as a group of maids talked about how gorgeous the Emperor of the Vivan Empire looked. She ignored what they said about his appearance and was intrigued by the rumor. 

The rumor going around saying that the peace treaty would not be signed because of what was written in the contract and because of a certain man. Apparently, that man came from the Honani Tribe, which belongs to the Vivan Empire and is now a council member for the Redodel Empire. 

It's silly how alliances could be broken easily. 

Emelia tied her hair with a blue ribbon as the scorching afternoon came. All the windows in her room were open, but not a single wind blew in. 

"P-P-Princess? I-I've b-brought y-your m-meal," Stuttered the maid, placing it on the table.