A riddle

"Try again tomorrow."

Abel laughed after reading Aries's reply to the letter he sent her. Shaking his head as he raised the letter to show it to Conan, who was his tonight's company. Isaiah was still recovering, so Conan had to keep the emperor busy. 

"Your Majesty, isn't that another way of rejecting you?" Conan scrunched his nose up, growing numb in reading Aries replied at this point. He had seen them exchange letters during these past nights. 

"How was that a rejection if she's telling me to try again?" Abel clicked his tongue and shook his head, staring at her handwriting once again. 

Seeing him stare at Aries's letter as if it was the most precious thing in the world, Conan let out a deep. He peeled his eyes away from the emperor, leaning on the railing on the terrace connected to the emperor's room. Apparently, Abel invited him for a 'slumber party.'