Ronan looked at me and said, "You are not ready."
My response was a lackluster, "No."
"Why? It is your engagement with the crown prince. Didn't you always used to say when you get older you will marry him?" he remarked, but the sarcasm in his tone left the statement hollow.
"Wait! First, let me ask something," I interjected.
"What is it?" he inquired.
"What should I call you?" I asked.
"What do you mean by what you should call me? Ella, I'm your brother. So, call me brother," he insisted.
"Brother, did you wear this knight uniform as my brother?" I questioned.
"Ella, I'm the royal knight. And this is the first time I'm assigned for a job related to my sister, so how could I just refuse the emperor?" He tried to approach me, but the memories of our previous conversation haunted me.
Ellanious, are you scared of me?
Ella, do you fear your brother?
Tell me, Ella!
Do you fear your brother?