It wasn't white, nor was it black. It was the modern sculptures that never failed to fascinate her was what greeted her when she opened her eyes. She stared for a good long minute on the ever familiar ceiling. The delicate worls seem to be talking to her to calm down. And it did. Seeing it just tells her that everything is fine. That she's escaped that hell hole.
"Earlier than expected." Napalingon siya nagsalita and saw Ares comfortably sitting on the sofa with a book on his hand. Hindi ito nakatingin sa kanya and the reflection on his glasses prevented her to see his eyes.
She forced herself to get up. The Crown Prince is watching over her. The least she could do is give courtesy. But Ares held up a hand.
"Don't bother," he said and closed the book. He removed his eyeglass and set it
