"What is wrong with me!?" Riven hissed under his breath as he stormed into the servants' quarters. He ignored the few glances thrown at his way and went straight into the bathing area.
He turned the tap and splashed cold water over his face again and again, trying to numb the heat crawling beneath his skin. But no matter how much he tried, his heart wouldn't slow down. It kept hammering against his ribs like it would come out at any moment.
He pressed both hands on the edge of the sink, water dripping down his arms, pooling on the floor beneath him. "You're fine," he whispered as his voice trembled. "You're fine. You're just… shaken up."
He looked up at his reflection. His eyes were red, his lips pale, but it wasn't the act of Azerin that scared him; it was the look in his eyes. The fact that he was confused by Azerin's action was more than enough to infuriate him.
Riven swallowed hard.
