|| Ares's POV ||

" Show me, Ares!! NOW!!", she asked for my bleeding hand again furiously. I hated to be cared for or treated like this. It always made me feel vulnerable in other eyes. Perhaps, it bloomed in my natural instinct after being beaten and left alone without anyone's care from my past.

I couldn't get angry with my Princess when she was giving me her domineering look. Swallowing uneasily, I exhaled and placed my hand into her outstretched palm.

After father left the house, we sat down together in the hallway without speaking about the topic. I knew that she had a lot of questions going around...