Drinking off his sorrows
In Birhhan, Azure's personal mansion was seen standing tall in the capital city. The mansion looked almost deserted with no guards as he rarely lived in the mansion.
Inside one of the many rooms in the huge mansion. The room was veiled in shadows, lit only by a single candle flickering on a wooden table. Against the far wall, an array of wine bottles stood, their labels faded and some of them empty. At the center, Azure sat hunched over, a glass cradled in his hand. His eyes, usually bright and alert, were now clouded with anguish.
Each gulp of the wine was not just a drink but a desperate attempt to drown out the memories. The liquid burned his throat, but it was nothing compared to the searing pain in his heart. Images of him whipping Rhea kept haunting him and refused to let him rest in peace. The weight of his betrayal pressed down on him. He could still hear the haunting cries of Rhea as the whips descended on her back.