Bab 100: The creation of the beautiful monster

Abel cupped his jaw, elbow on the armrest of his chair. Meanwhile, Aries cleared her throat, tucking her hair behind her ear while Abel's people took their seats around the dining table.

Apparently, their five minutes extended to fifty. Isaiah and Dexter didn't mind the wait, as they kept their poker face. But the whimsical Conan was looking at them with a pair of judgemental eyes. 

Aries reached for a glass of water to cool her body down. She was sweating, and her knees were still trembling.

"Conan, are you perhaps curious what my darling and I did in here?" Abel broke the silence, and Aries nearly choked on the water she was drinking. "I can elaborate."

"Your Majesty, your schedule has been pushed back!" Conan harrumphed with a deep frown. "Everyone was expecting to see you during the court meeting, but I had to send everyone away."

"It's good that you sent them away. We're quite busy with a more important matter, as you can see."