Maybe, Aries thought, just maybe, because Abel was impure that she embraced him quite easily. Or maybe it was the opposite. Perhaps it was because she was impure and sullied that Abel embraced her with open arms without feeling guilty.
Either way, it didn't matter anymore. Whether they burn with the eternal flames or find salvation, they both never sought. What mattered was they were together.
Under the tree situated deep in the Rose Palace garden near the lake, Aries raised her head from his bandaged chest. He was leaning his back against the trunk, confining her in between his legs, hands around her waist. He stroked her spine under his inner white shirt, now draped over her body.
After their conversation earlier, a simple kiss was followed by an intense round of passion. They didn't head back to the castle, but instead, he carried her to one of the closest spots.
Under the tree, without a care in the world, they made love.
