"You shouldn't have yelled at me before the Empress. I know you're infatuated, obsessed, and madly in love with her." Azura let out a deep sigh, her tired eyes fixed on Ares. "That was too much. You need to hear the whole story."
Ares rubbed his throbbing forehead and closed his eyes for a long moment. At night, when everyone had retreated to their rooms and the palace had fallen into slumber.
Ice Castle Palace became the warmest place compared to the bitter cold outside.
The nighttime weather in Aravell could turn extreme and unpredictable.
Azura had invited Ares for a private conversation in her study. There were urgent matters she needed to discuss with him—one of them being Valeska.
After dinner, V had fallen asleep first in their room. She was exhausted after a day of exploring Aravell with joy and wonder.
