Demir
I didn’t call the king. I assumed it wasn’t right to talk to him while raging a boner for his little sister whom he entrusted me with.
I can’t find my place anymore. My head is filled with images of Geneva with some other woman, person… and I am not only hot all over it, I am actually mad. Not because I want her, I am way past over this problem. No, it’s the fact that she so casually admitted to me of having someone else’s hands on her. Hands which were not mine. It is all crazy, I know that. Everyone is allowed their past, not to mention that there is no reason in the world for me to get jealous like this. Geneva is not with me. She doesn’t even like me for all I know, all that provocation on her side might have been just a game to put me in my place. A game she so undoubtedly won
