"Why aren't you getting ready for tonight's ball?" Amara rises to her feet and strolls towards Aldrin's arms. She enshrines her face onto his chest and squeezes him with an embrace.
"We're not going." Atlas says as he admires Aldrin's situation, wishing Amara would dote on him more as well. The young woman peeks at her brother, and queries with her eyes.
Aldrin lets Amara go and walks towards Wilhelmina. He gazes at her with eyes that hold clear oceans, and bows his head with his hand over her chest, "I am in your debt, Wilhelmina. I don't know how I could ever thank you for saving Amara and going so far as sacrificing your arm. Thank you."
The handmaiden turns away as her face is engulfed by a ruby shade, stammering while getting blinded by the blonde man's glorious light, "I-It's no
