"My lady...?"
Minerva furrowed her brows as soon as she entered Aries's room. The latter's face was red, as if out of breath. Her hair was also a little disheveled, just like the creases on the bed. Before Minerva came in, she had to wait for a minute because Aries told her not to enter.
"Mhmm?" Aries raised her brows, clearing her throat as she flashed her a smile.
"Uh... I've prepared the clothes you asked for, my lady. Would you like to... are you alright?" asked Minerva, noticing the sweat on her forehead. "You're sweating, my lady. Shall I open the windows for you so --"
"Stop!"
The servant, Minerva, halted from approaching the window. She looked at Aries, wide-eyed.
"I..." Aries cleared her throat, scratching her temple. She needed to get a grip. Minerva wasn't foolish to not notice she was acting out of character.
"My lady? Are you hurt somewhere?" asked Minerva worriedly, approaching the bed.
