Confession Reserved for a Decade

"It's not a big deal…" Drystan assured, but Ercilia was unconvinced. 

"I must have drained myself too much at work lately. I'm always underestimating how much power it takes to run a company." 

He shuts his eyes closed for a moment. She sighs and glares at him.

"You should take care of yourself more. I've had enough of you exhausting yourself. You've been doing well only recently. I'm holding no more parties if this goes on," Ercilia huffed, hands on her hips.

"Nonsense. It's about time to make your place in this family official. Stop looking at me like that and come here," Drystan said, holding out his arms.

"I'm not finished telling you off yet."

"Believe me. I'm suitably chastised."

"Will you stop overworking yourself?" 

"I will. I promise I'll try my best to."