~{LANZON'S POV}~
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When I arrived back in the castle that evening, I sat on my bed and thought deeply about my life from henceforth and for the first time in history, I didn't know what to do.
I didn't want to paint
I didn't want to take a walk
I didn't want to stare at the flowers
I didn't want to feed my fishes
I didn't want to do anything
All I wanted to do was….
Be away from everything and everyone.
What happened was too much. Two important people died at once and it really messed with my mind.
"Sire?"
I didn't bother looking at Pascal as he came to my door and stood at the entrance, rather I found myself staring at a painted portrait of Emelda in all her glory. And the longer I stared at it, the more I felt the way my heart shattered into many pieces.
How do I continue living without her around to annoy me?
I missed her smile, her touch, her reaction, her cruelness and the times she truly cared even when she didn't want to admit it.
And my brother….
