Will you marry me, darling?

It had been a week since Aries started taking a little amount of poison daily. Even so, she still hadn't gotten used to the strong bitter taste of Abel's tea. Yes. He still send the same teacup he had used instead of transferring it to another cup.

It has also been a week since Abel kept dragging her wherever he was. After her lesson, Conan would fetch her to the bustling emperor's palace.

Today was no different. Aries was sitting on the same settee with Abel inside the emperor's office. With his arms draped across the backrest, he was casually stroking her hair while reading a document in his other hand. 

Aries glanced at him curiously, having nothing to do but sit and keep quiet. Still, her time with Abel gave him a different light.

"Huh... so there is a huge possibility of the lack of harvest this year in that wretched kingdom?" Abel rocked his head, glancing at Isaiah, who was sitting across from them.