The doors to your bedroom were pushed open boldly and Kuu Jiro walked in with a focused gaze. The moment his eyes landed on you he smiled and walked towards you. "Good evening, did you rest well?"

Jiro sat in front of you and took your hand, the moment he felt how cold you were his smile melted into a scowl. "Why are you still as cold as before? Those incompetent servants. I should have them hung!" His voice was loud as he shouted in anger. He had always been overprotective of you.