169 Making up

Joaquin gazed at Aries from across his spot inside the carriage. He was shaking his foot with his leg draped over the other. She had her attention to the window, holding the flowers on her lap, not speaking a word to him. 

It had been two days since they last spoke, and he hadn't seen her for the last two days. However, he knew for a fact that even though he was a little miffed at her attitude, he couldn't prolong this argument between the two of them. They wouldn't talk anymore, and many of his enemies would surely lure her to their side. 

Aries might bear an ulterior motive if she was the fallen princess of Green, so it was better to keep a close eye on her. Nothing was confirmed yet, so he still had to play along. Surely, Joaquin was someone who would suddenly snap when poked at the wrong time and place. 

"Still angry?" his calm baritone voice broke the thick silence in the carriage. "Circe."