[Zing!]
"Wh...why, Your Highness? What's happening?" Blanche's voice trembled, caught between fear and disbelief. What's going on?!
"Are you okay?" Ares asked Vienna, his voice softening. He cupped her cheeks with his hands gently.
Vienna put on the brightest fake smile, knowing Ares's concern was just a formality before Blanche. V gladly, deliberately ignited Blanche's fury, "I'm fine, Your Majesty. Thank you for worrying me."
Ares drew the legendary Alverton sword, Tyronius, which glowed brightly, its tip shimmering with wrath. Ares's crimson eyes, dark as blood, glared sharply at Blanche. His cold gaze pierced Blanche as if the wrathful blade of the god Adriel.
