In the dead of night, after the doctors had taken my father away, I was tranquilized to rest from the furious anger his murder brought upon me.
Smashing the doors of the back patio, those who surrounded me ran from my sight, the anger brewing from my state; not only was the woman I was fascinated with married to a low peasant of a Marquess, my father and confidant was murdered, my best friend Lionheart is missing, and everyone is behaving as if I had nothing to worry about.
How!
How could I bloody deal with everything by myself?
Why must I deal with so many ignorant people surrounding me?
As I kept fighting myself, I started to feel my insides burn, yet this fever was not one of passion as I have felt for my loving Lou, my Louise.
I smash the floor beneath me, hitting my knees
