38 Penpal

"Do you think I am joking?"

Aries and Abel stared at each other in silence. The gears in her head turned at an unimaginable speed, thinking if this was a trap. She understood his capricious mood, but this was no joking matter, nor it was a topic they could take so lightly. 

"That's strange," he spoke after some time of silence, planting a thumb on her chin. "Others would surely rejoice if I offered their daughter this title, but you... don't want it? Was there anything you'd want from me aside from not killing you?"

Abel cocked his head to the side, blinking cluelessly. "How can I pamper you if you don't ask me anything?" 

"I... just don't embrace things I know I can't," came out a soft voice, eyes on those pair of deadly deep rubies. "Being an empress is beyond me."