Zuriel
The little Princess was driving me crazy. I fumed in anger when I saw her smiling fondly at another man. That tour guide. I hated how much it affected me. How much she affected me, She should only be my wife on paper and nothing more. I shouldn't allow myself to care for her or else she will get hurt in the long run.
I wasn't a good man. I wasn't capable of truly loving or caring for another human. Not with the demons that reside within me.
The voice of my father lives rent-free in my head, in my memories. His curses, his beating every time I showed any kind of emotion. He told me I was weak. He was mad, mad for power and territory like his dragon. A paranoia who thought he'd be attacked anytime. He wanted me to be exactly like him.
He killed so many and made me wat
