After taking a good bath and a hearty meal cooked by his mother's hands, Ishit didn't take a rest. In fact, his tiredness vanished as soon as he stepped into his empty chamber like a bagger's shack, with only a carpet lying on the stone floor.
Despite his stay in Glassia for over a month, not a single day had passed in the present time. And thus his lord father's punishment was still on. Ishit cursed himself for being so stupid as to destroy his own bed.
He couldn't sleep on the floor, not with the broken windows and the maids roaming all over the place. If any of the girls saw him lying on the rugged carpet, he should forget ever passing them without hearing their annoying gigglings. They might even leak it to other noble houses and thus giving his rivals one more reason to mock him. Ishit was sure Durjaya, Trishanku, and Karna etc. would love to hear it.
