I say my final goodbyes to the court jester and my personal maid. My heart had sunk so low, that I couldn't even feel it in my chest anymore. "If your husband is in any way tyrannical, just promise me that you'll take a break from drinking your own blood, and try his for a change!" Her last piece of advice to give me before I depart. She's the only one I entrusted my secret to, and I can't describe how intense the pain was that I felt when I had to leave behind my dearest friend. When I bid farewell to the jester, he put on a special performance, just for me… Despite its intended purpose, it only made me feel worse. I doubt that my new husband will care about me as much as the jester does.