Today was the winter feast celebration in the palace, and it was already seven o'clock at night. Aster looked to his window and saw that there were already many nobles dressed in their extravagant apparel just to show off to each other. Aster hated this kind of event that was filled with people who thought they were already rich, who thought that they were already strong enough to hold their nose high up, people who thought that the world was in their hands. But they still licked his grand duchy and the royals' boots for some benefit to their houses.
Aster hated these pretentious people to the bone.
However, in this occasion, he needed to bear it and joined the crowd as someone different than his regular self.
Aster was already dressed up and looked at the mirror. His wavy golden hair looked fluff and fresh. His pale face was flawless, with that deep eyes and a mole under his left eyes. His rosy lips smiled gently.
