Aster was restless. After his servant left, his night was full of strange, messy thoughts that were alien to him.
Something brewed inside him, his head felt fuzzy, his pale skin felt like burning even in the night, and his heart… it was itching until it turned painful, like a knife carved something inside.
He was unsure about what made him to be like this. But he knew the cause, it was his servant, Ramuja. He felt something brewing inside whenever his mind wandered about Ramuja.
'What is he doing?'
'Is he still in pain?'
'Does he hate me?'
'Or did he hate me before?
No, he couldn't do this. He was not in the right mind. Aster shook his head numerous times, he even soaked his head under the warm basin prepared by the maid, but he couldn't get this mess out of his head.
