Two nights ago, in the Haimirich Empire, Isaiah was standing in front of the window when he saw a raven flying away from a particular window. His brows rose, narrowing his eyes, noticing an envelope in the bird's beak.
"He's sending a letter," mumbled Isaiah, not surprised or intrigue what was the content of the letter.
Abel was in slumber for two years. Therefore, he surely had many things to say, particularly to Aries or to Maximus. He didn't even consider Marsella, knowing Abel had no words for her. Marsella would just know what it was like touching Abel's bottom line.
"No," he whispered, snapping his eyes ever so tenderly. "They will all know what are the real consequences of angering him."
Silence followed Isaiah's remarks, standing still in front of the window. He needed a moment to let the reality sink in; he needed to be sure this wasn't just a dream where he would wake up if he wasn't careful enough.
