Aries stayed inside her room the next day, sulking like a pampered princess. But that wasn't because to gain sympathy from Dexter. She was staying in her room because she meant it when she said she would live as quiet as a dead rat.
The first three days she had followed Dexter, she made sure he would feel her presence. Even if she stayed from a distance and did nothing major other than follow him, that was good enough for her. Her objective was to let Dexter know 'his sister' was in this place.
"My lady, His Lordship will worry if you don't eat properly." The worried voice of the young maid brushing Aries's hair snapped her back to the current lapse. "You're still recovering and..."
"I don't want another word from you," came out a cold voice, glancing at the servant's reflection in the vanity mirror. The latter lowered her head and pursed her lips, still brushing Aries hair delicately.
