Abel opened his eyes, blinking weakly until the ceiling of the emperor's bed grew clearer. He moved his hand on instinct and arched a brow when he felt a weight over it. Abel turned to his left, and his eyes instantly fell on Aries.
She was sitting on the armchair right beside the bed. Her body was bent over to the edge of the mattress, arms underneath her cheek. Her eyes were closed, sleeping, but still holding his hand.
His eyes softened at the sight of her, noticing her suspending breathing, indicating she cried herself to sleep. Abel carefully slid his slender fingers in between the gaps of her fingers and then peeled his eyes away from her to the ceiling.
