Abel rode his steed as they returned to the palace. As they did, he furrowed his brows and glanced at the carriage behind him.
"Halt!" he shouted, maneuvering the reins so that he would check on her.
"Your Majesty?" Conan's brows rose, watching Abel approach the carriage where Aries was. The emperor's orders stopped everyone from rushing back to the palace.
"Aries?" Abel called outside, knocking on the window while still riding his horse. His brow raised when she didn't answer, making him jump out of the horse to knock on the carriage again.
"Aries," he called once again, but nothing. "I knew it."
Abel opened the carriage door, seeing Aries already sleeping while leaning her side against the carriage. He reached his hand to her forehead, checking her high temperature.
"How weak," he muttered, turning his head in Conan's direction. "I'll ride the carriage. Do make haste, since Aries isn't feeling well."
