Seeing Princess Astrid step into the carriage, Elowen turned her head to glance at Earl Tristian, who stood beside her, and her thin lips parted slightly.
"Don't you dislike Princess Astrid? Why did you take the initiative to come here today?"
Elowen's presence alone would have sufficed, and she hadn't expected her eldest nephew, the future heir of the Velmont family, to take time out of his busy schedule to attend the ribbon-cutting ceremony at the alchemy event.
Tristian, standing beside her, retracted his gaze. Upon hearing Elowen's question, his expression stiffened slightly, and his slender fingers absently brushed against the metal cufflinks on his sleeve.
"A while ago, the list of ale wine purchases was finalized. I happened to be free this afternoon with nothing pressing to attend to, so I thought I'd come and take a look."
As the eldest son of the Duke, Tristian Velmont was usually occupied with managing countless responsibilities.