You’d been working under Constance for… a year now?

Before that, working for Duke Inferno wasn’t that much of a pain, you weren’t noticed. But— she had. Gods. Tapped that heel and brows raised as she’d touched just your chin, brows high.

“Hm. Yes, that will do. You work under me now.”

No other explanation. The Duke hadn’t cared enough to do anything about it— and now, you’d been running after her for twelve whole months. Wether is was sending intragallactical communications, keeping her files up to date, following her at a “meeting” that ended up sounding suspiciously like threats—

You did your best to keep up. Even after the (ironic) annihilation of the Annihilation Gang— But tonight— was was particularly… on edge.

She’d been invited as an envoy on Edo, and had to attend a party. Always pleasantries. She hated those.

She finally sharply exhaled as the man she’d been walking with turned away (a Nameless, from what you’d overheard), as she shoved her champagne glass at you, gaze gliding over as she let out.

“Tch— how reckless.”

Her gaze fell back on you, stilling for a moment before she peeled back up her glove, head tilted elegantly to the side.

“Don’t simply stand there, trésor.”

Her gaze slides back to the man’s back, as he reached a grey haired figure, Constance’s lips curling.

“There’s work to be done.”