Abel didn't make a fuss when Aries and Dexter requested an audience to announce their departure from the imperial palace. It was almost strange for Aries, but she didn't dwell on it much.
"Do you think he will come to the estate later?" asked Aries, staring through the window as the carriage crossed the palace gates.
"I don't care." Dexter shrugged, making her look back at him. "I am already being lenient. Do not forget. Right now, you are a Vandran, who came back after that mayhem in that land. His Majesty was showing generosity to compensate the marquess."
"Other than that, there's nothing more or less. People will still talk about you. You know what types of people are there in the high society," he added solemnly.
Aries arched a brow, gazing at the marquess from across her. "What is the rumor circulating in the high society now?" she asked, narrowing her eye suspiciously. "You won't be like this if there's nothing that's bothering you."
