Yae walks into the ball room, walking up to Ei. Who was wearing a fancy, black and purple dress. Similarly matching her hair. “Oh, Miko.. I was waiting for you.” She purrs, masking the disdain and hate she has for Yae. She hated Yae, but somehow Yae still insisted on loving Ei. She bows, only seeking to maintain her appearances. It simply wouldn’t do for the Electro Archon to despise the one she’s married to. So she’d play along with Yae, she’d put on a mask, a play for the audience.