She shook her head before dragging him into the dining room. "Prince Ro, It's not your fault. And I beg of you not to challenge lord Dante".
"Prince?", he cocked a disappointed brow. "And you're calling Dante 'Lord'?", a deep frown formed on his lips as his eyes moved down her. "That bastard! He didn't touch you, did he?!", he gripped her shoulder defensively.
"No... you're hurting me".
He slowly let go of her, "I'm sorry".
She nodded with a light smile, he cared about the feelings of others. Unlike his brothers!
That was one thing she liked about him. "I was worried though, I thought Prince Loki killed you".
He slapped the side of his head with an ironic smile. "I thought I died too, but Ishtar picked me up right away".
"Do you want to sit down?", her head tilted towards the seats.
"Okay, I have a lot of questions". They both moved to sit down. "Why did Dante save you, Diane?"
