The richly decorated room was dimly lit, a crimson glow from the sun filtered in through the high stained-glass windows.
Merina was on her knees, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. Asher was standing by the window, looking out through it, his silhouette sharp against the dim light, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
"So she really said that?" Asher asked with furrowed brows with his back facing Merina.
Just a few minutes ago, while he was deep in thought, Merina suddenly rushed into his room and fell on her knees, apologizing non-stop. Her face looked like she had escaped from a ghost, and indeed the reality wasn't too far from it.
It was only after she calmed down did she tell him what happened, and he didn't know if he should feel surprised or not.
"My Master..." Merina started, her voice trembling, "Lady Sabina... she confessed to me. She... she wants you. For herself."