"Your Royal Highness!"
Joaquin snapped his eyes when he heard someone call in a panic. Fear, worry, and relief clouded his head, but seeing that his wife was brought back, all he could think of was to take care of her. He jumped out of the horse and rushed to Abel, whom he believed found his wife.
"Circe!" he called as he jogged, but Abel didn't stop from his strides. Joaquin only halted when the latter cast him an indifferent side-eye, which, for some reason, rang all the emergency bells in his head. He would have listened to his gut feeling, but that was his wife in another man's arms.
Joaquin resumed while Abel continued to head to Aries's tent without slowing down. When he was walking beside Abel, puzzlement plastered across his face.
"Baron Albe, my wife…"
"It's raining, Crown Prince." Abel's reply was nonchalant without casting Joaquin a look. "My darling needs rest."
"What —"
"Silence."
