Gerald POV
It was almost night fall. Castro slowly helped me with my night robe. It was so great to have him come back. I missed his service. I glared at him through the mirror and saw he was sad. His expression was unexplainable.
"Castro..." I called his name. He didn't reply. He was deep in thoughts. That was surprising. Castro was always concentrated and never had anything to think about.
I turned and faced him. He finally noticed me.
"Is there anything you need, your majesty?" He asked.
"Yes, I need you to stop thinking. What are you thinking about that has got the whole part of you?" I asked. He rubbed his nose and looked around.
"Don't you think killing Daphne was too much?" He asked. Now I understand, he was thinking about Daphne.
"I had to do it in front of the people.
