Five years ago...
Jean hurled himself into parlor-turned-library attached to his room. He glanced at the divan and armchair huddled about a low table, so carelessly strewn with books that one could not see the polished mahogany. Everywhere, scrawled pages lay crumpled with the Prince's inked attempts to put his feelings into words. But, it was as if he'd choked on fumes. He'd tried to sleep, but the new day did not feel fresh. Tears clung stubbornly to his eyelashes as he rubbed his face at the sight of Ophelia waiting here to begin their lesson, before turning away from her and desperately pulling off volumes from the shelves. He would be fast and get this over with, and then he could sit down and nod like he understood her. What did it matter.
He turned to his bookshelves and reached for everything about love. He reached for his journal from ever since he met Kieran. He scrambled hurriedly, desperately to get them all in his arms, and then with great strides, he dumped them all into a large brass incense burner. A sob tore through his throat, half a hiccup and half a wail, as he found the tinderbox on his desk, and hands shaking, he began to try and strike a match to burn it all before Ophelia could stop him.
Jean hurled himself into parlor-turned-library attached to his room. He glanced at the divan and armchair huddled about a low table, so carelessly strewn with books that one could not see the polished mahogany. Everywhere, scrawled pages lay crumpled with the Prince's inked attempts to put his feelings into words. But, it was as if he'd choked on fumes. He'd tried to sleep, but the new day did not feel fresh. Tears clung stubbornly to his eyelashes as he rubbed his face at the sight of Ophelia waiting here to begin their lesson, before turning away from her and desperately pulling off volumes from the shelves. He would be fast and get this over with, and then he could sit down and nod like he understood her. What did it matter.
He turned to his bookshelves and reached for everything about love. He reached for his journal from ever since he met Kieran. He scrambled hurriedly, desperately to get them all in his arms, and then with great strides, he dumped them all into a large brass incense burner. A sob tore through his throat, half a hiccup and half a wail, as he found the tinderbox on his desk, and hands shaking, he began to try and strike a match to burn it all before Ophelia could stop him.
01-28-2024, 11:13 AM
