"You can put me down now, Cassius." Aribelle said. Her request muffled by the thick fabric of his cloak as she remained bundled in her Mate's arms. Carried away swiftly after her miraculous defeat of the minotaur. Aribelle became restless again, as her stupefaction failed to persist beyond the time it took Cassius to remove the scene from view.
Only grunting his reluctance to comply with her demand, Cassius looked off into the trees ahead of them. His eyebrows knitted together above his distant gaze, they caused a deep dent to manifest on his brow. The line of his jaw clenched, and lips squeezed shut firmly, a grim expression formed his face as he continued to march forward. His mood becoming more severe with each unfaltering step, it stewed within him for a few moments longer. Before, his thoughts were finally shaped into words.
