Ismael didn't idle for long and left Abel and Aries for their quality time. The third prince was no masochist as to watch them flirt with each other at every opportunity they got. Also, he had already offered her to stay in the empire, however shameless it may have sounded, but Ismael was serious about it.
Standing outside the shut chambers, the third prince looked back and smiled subtly. A chuckle slipped past his closed lips, shaking his head mildly. When he took a step forward, he went straight to the window in front of her chambers instead of going to a more important place where he was needed.
"Ah..." Ismael planted his palms on the sill, looking outside with a smile. The scenery outside wasn't as pretty as it used to be, with some burnt and ruined castles in sight. Knights were still busy pulling wagons, and workers restoring the imperial palace. There was still work to do, and it appeared endless, but alas, his smile was peaceful, and his eyes were gentle.
