he won the war on the battlefield and lost it in a bedchamber. TREACHEROUS thoughts, TREACHEROUS words. anger takes over her blood current, running through her veins and reaching the edges of her body. she does not try to hide her feelings, not now everything is remarkably CLEAR, brows furrowed and lips pursed and nails digging inside her palms until they cut, until they draw BLOOD. ( truth is, it hurts. it burns. it opens up a wound that bleeds and bleeds and bleeds an eternal HEMOPHILIA. ) ❛ he was BUTCHERED on a WEDDING FEAST. where were you then? you should have protected them. ❜