[Donald's Perspective]
I felt Margaret's soft little hand squeeze my palm. I looked down at her hand and immediately felt Margaret writing on my palm with her fingers.
[It is Elizabeth.]
Only then did I notice that Margaret's sister, Luna Elizabeth, looked exceptionally pale and distraught.
"Okay." I nodded and frowned at the spot where Margaret's wound was. "But you're still injured…"
"I'll be fine," Margaret said quickly.
I glared at her warningly. She began to use her cunning schemes on me again, looking at me innocently and aggrievedly with her beautiful eyes. I always gave up my principles and surrendered to her. I hated to admit defeat to anyone, but strangely, I always enjoyed it in front of Margaret.
"Just for a moment. It'll be fine," Margaret said, blinking.
"Then I'll come with you," I said.
[Margaret's Perspective]
This was the first time I had walked out of this room in days.
