I can teach you (part 1)

As Egon and Noctavian continued their silent walk side by side, Adela found herself increasingly able to draw comparisons between their physical features. The proportions of their arms and legs were remarkably similar, as was their overall air.

A strange feeling tugged at her heart, a combination of soreness and warmth.

They continued walking and Adela trailed behind them, not too close, pretending to be interested in spending time with Kannen while ensuring she stayed within earshot, too nervous to leave the two of them to their own devices.

Then abruptly, Noctavian came to a halt which in turn caused Egon to stop and look down at him.

"You have the wrong impression," the Crown Prince of Emoria began, his tone as arid as a desert morning.

The lines on Egon's face relaxed, hinting at his plan to remain patient. "What do you mean?"

"Getting to know someone requires the willingness of both parties," Noctavian stated.