Azama looked up from the book he had been reading. He was sitting alone out in the grassy field when he heard someone call out to him. Normally he would be annoyed by being interrupted or his peace being disturbed but the sound of this particular voice brought a smile to his face.
“Ah, Corrin, out to enjoy the peace and quiet with me I see.” Azama said as he looked in the direction his fiancé approached him. Finding they were slipping down his nose, he adjusted the glasses he was in fact wearing.
Corrin squinted her eyes and blinked a few times as she checked her vision to be sure she was seeing correctly. Azama looked at her with his silly grin as she couldn’t take her gaze off his glasses.