(From Demetrius's Perspective)
That night, we were supposed to leave for Ataraxia. I took care of everything and then went to Mother's room.
Before I could knock on the door, a maid opened it. Perhaps she was going out.
"Gah! Your Highness!"
"Demetrius?" Mother muttered, surprised.
"May I come in, Mother?" I asked.
"Yes, of course."
"Mother, have you prepared everything you need?" I asked.
"Yes, I have. And why are you standing? Take a seat," she said.
"No need. I won't stay for long."
"Demetrius, you are my son. You weren't like this before. You would talk to me more and be friendly with me. Our relationship was not like mother and son's only, we were like friends. You would share everything with me," she said. "You were not like this even when you first brought Blue here. But right after you got married, you have become very cold. Have I done something wrong?"
