KAEDYR
Anger wasn't the perfect description of what I was feeling as I threw my legs off the bed and marched out of my chamber.
There was nothing I hate more than being disrupted. It doesn't matter what I was doing, being disrupted irked my very soul and for that servant to even dare wake me up.
For once in my irksome life I had wished for a dream to remain so. I was never one to dream. It rarely ever comes and I never bother with it. Dreams were for people with pure souls whose hearts weren't shrouded in blood stained gold and silver. Dreams were for people who wanted better, who deserved it. I was neither of those and by the time I stopped dreaming I had long forgotten the possibility of living an innocent life without blame.
And yet I had dreamt of her.
Of the one precious jewel I had at the palm of my hands but let go because I was a man with purpose. A purpose greater than simply claiming the one thing I desired most in life.
