I Won't Give You a Heart Worth Breaking

He was at a loss for words, there was a clear bar between them, something that needed to be put to rest and yet he knew that neither of them would be able to completely dissatisfied Gerhardt and tell him that what he had done he had done wrong. Clearly, however, the monarch had failed. A low growl would bury itself in his chest, and he would recline to deeper thoughts. Thoughts of Chrysanthe. She had asked him if he could try to give up his life for her. His styles. If he could become a monogamist for her and her alone, and truth be told, now, he knew, he could.

Patience wore thin in the atmosphere and he would listen to the words that drawled from his nephews throat. There was little interest, everything was only half ambitious. He clearly had to do something drastic. He needed to change things and he wouldn?t stop, ?Chrysanthe will bear my youth, don?t be so certain your wedding night would be you two,? And with that the Duke turned on his legs towards the borders of Seracia and began trekking out. He needed to find her. He needed to burn.

Speech!