There was a hint of jealously on Blank’s face when his eyes meet Zidane and her highness, Princess Garnet Til Alexandros XVII. Not because he is jealous of one of them, more of…he’s jealous he doesn’t have that, love. At least, that’s what he thinks.

Brooding once more, his arms were crossed and back against the wall as he watched the pair. When would it be his turn?