A.12

My dear readers, sorry for my long absence, but I fell victim to a powerful fever, which trapped me in bed unfortunately.

I believe the cause was my encounter with that creature, even if calling her such would be an outrage to mankind. Her visit in fact aroused in my soul frustration mixed with anger that have worn down my ego.

But let's go step by step.

You will remember that in the last chapter I dismissed you because Lady Noir had knocked on my door.

Well, this affable lady had the brilliant idea of ​​coming to check my person, mocking me with her haughty and lowly gaze, and playing like usual with her sharp tongue.

In fact, she began the conversation by feeling sorry for my precarious situation (clearly lying with her eyes) and wishing me to resume my pomp as soon as possible.

However, it was after this hypocritical curtain that she revealed her true nature.

Bringing her face close to my ear, she whispered to me: 

- I'll always win, remember that -

I wanted to give vent to my instincts, to free my inner beast, but unfortunately her words were true and come without mercy.

The Regnants belonged completely to her mercy, and in particular Regnant Heir belonged almost by right, given the way she was related to this Lady.

I didn't have the weapons to overturn the situation, so reluctantly I bit my tongue and just condensed all my anger into a gaze that if it could have spoken would have caused quite a stir.

The tension in the room was palpable.

I felt my temples boil and my spirit burn violently.

I was a prisoner of a situation in which I saw no way out, but the detail that fueled my inner turmoil was finding myself mocked by Lady Noir, and noticing all her pleasure in sinking the finger into my wound.

I partly regretted not holding my big mouth in check, but at the same time deep within me the waters were stirred.

I would have regained my status and OBVIOUSLY I would have evened the score.

Lady Noir would have been served well: after all revenge is a dish that should be served cold and I would have served it frozen.

I walked towards the door and once it was opened I made a gesture towards my guest to say goodbye.

She received the message and once she was close to my figure, she turned one of her contemptuous gaze at me, accompanied by a contemptuous smile.

Needless to say, I closed the door in an inelegant way.

The pressure made its shot and the image portrayed in that room was the miserable myself, lonely kneeling with tears running down my face and wet my lips.

I hated feeling so vulnerable after a tense situation but it was my body's natural reaction and I wouldn't have stopped that flow of emotions.

But for the moment I would indulge my body and kneel to my fears, with the cold of the floor chilling my burning spirits.

(The fever was caused by this dance with the floor)

                                                                                  Baron