|| 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 instinct after being beaten and left alone without anyone caring about 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 her mind but she gave me space to calm down my anger. She was a thoughtful girl, I knew.
She pressed the cotton on my fresh wound. I hissed out of pain, wincing a little back as she blew her che
