Unwilling

A faint tension lingered in the air as he shook her hand and exchanged pleasantries. His gaze peered into her brown eyes, trying to discern her thoughts. And yet, she simply smiled, sweeping her curly brown hair behind her ears without revealing her inner thoughts.

At least, not all of them. 

He could tell that she was not displeased to have him in the Republic of Gorteau, but she was not entirely fond of it either. Surrounded by Sages and Masters, the two of them ascended into the presidential headquarters, making their way through its highly extravagant and ostentatious corridors and architecture and into a large and spacious conference room.

"We have many things to talk about," she remarked as she gestured him to a seat opposite her. "We can deliberate about all these important topics to our heart's content."