Caelestis had left Stella's side, when she went to defend her dear friend. At first, he only wanted to make sure if she was alright, but he couldn't stop himself from barging into the balcony, when he saw them hugging.
"What are you doing over here?" He asked but Eleanore remained in her position, unwilling to answer, as she faced Caelestis' questioning. She was too focused on Alastor and in hiding her tears. She started to whip them off but it was too late, they were seen.
"What's going on? You were crying?" He asked, lowering his voice to sound worried, but it sounded nothing like a man concerned about his childhood friend. Just a facade, like always.
"None of your business, Grand Duke. Please leave us alone." Eleanore requested in a firm voice.
"If you don't tell me why you ran over here and why you were crying, just now. I won't leave." He argued.
"Am I obliged to tell you everything that is going on in my life?" She frowned in disdain.
"Eleanore—"
"Leave." She yelled.
