"Did Young Lord have fun with that Young King in Velvet Castle?"
Aster paused. He stared at his servant who had that bitter glare towards him. Aster could feel Ramuja's rough hand gripping his tightly and his finger bones were cracking.
Aster winced, "Y—You are hurting me…"
Ramuja realized that he gripped his master's hand too tightly, he slowly loosened his grip. He didn't want to hurt his master, but whenever he imagined the moment where Young Lord kissed anyone, his heart burned.
'You can give it to anyone, but not me…'
Ramuja's bitter glare didn't change, but slowly sadness clouded his eyes. Aster could see everything in Ramuja's eyes, his servant was an open book for Aster. Ramuja lowered his gaze and said, "Begging for Young Lord's apology, this slave had hurt Young Lord unintentionally."
