Aster stood under a withering tree. It was the start of winter, and the cold seeped into his bone marrow. He shivered as his feet started to become numb. Empress watched him from afar, with her warm dress. She smirked while drinking her tea.
Aster gritted his teeth, but soon his gritted teeth turned into tremble and he was unable to control the cold inside his body. He only wore a pajama without using warmer, he didn't even wear a shoe. It was six in the morning, and in this winter, it was too cold for fragile Aster.
Soon, he almost couldn't feel his feet and then it turned into pain, like hundreds of thin needles pierced his feet. After holding for a while, Aster fell to the ground as his brain felt numb.
"Tie him up," Empress ordered her guards. Aster was again forced to stand and his hand was tied up, the rope was hanging on the withering tree above him. Empress chuckled in mirth.
"Do you know what you did wrong?" Empress asked.
