Attitude

Aries's breath hitched at the cold metal against her throat while Roman's entire body froze. But unlike her pair of cold eyes, his swollen one dilated as he gazed up at the person standing in front of them.

"This could've happened with your recklessness," said the man in a cloak, retracting the sword from Aries's throat. 

"It won't." She smiled, watching the man put his hood down. "Brother."

"Brother?" Roman furrowed his brows as he studied the man standing before them. Golden hair and a pair of olive eyes, something that was almost the same as the crown princess, but not really. The two didn't look alike — not even the slightest. 

Dexter glanced at Roman and then at Aries. "You carried him all on your own?"

"Do you see anyone else here?" she replied sarcastically, making Dexter exhale deeply. 

"Attitude. Dani, we'll talk later," Dexter remarked. "I'll carry him from here."

"Thank you."