“… Whenever I served that tea to the Ma’am, I would ask myself if it was the correct thing to do although you had ordered it… It was horrifying, for she used to say in her ignorance that the herb was her favourite.” — As if indifferent to the pain his Lord was experiencing as he conveyed this, Uth continued to tell his beliefs about the harmful secret the Archduke made him keep. — “At a time, I asked you, my Lord… If you were certain you would not regret doing this…”
“…..”
“It was clearly a lie you told this server back then… Regret has possessed the amber of your eyes.”
“Get out.”
“… Your Grace-”
“Get out.” — With an unsettling calmness in his sound, Aslak ordered the warden one last time. For what he had told was said as his hand covered the eyes apparently out of weariness. Yet the trace of a tear was noticed by the quiet warden, who feigning ignorance at the sight, bowed respectfully, to quietly abandon Aslak’s bureau.