Beatrice knew she could no longer pretend her life was not of value. When she had thought she had been a victim of the Universe and lost every single person she loved, with the exception of Clancy, her mindset of feeling worthless was a way for her to feel secure within herself and cope with the situation at hand. Standing here now, with the General she was visibly shaken. She had been reckless in her dealings with the Duke. She had seen no harm in their liaison. Now, replaying the crazed, lovesick look in his eyes she realized a tremendous amount of harm had been done.
"Your Majesty, please allow me the honor of escorting you back to your quarters." General Vialetti suggested.
"Thank you, General. And its Hyacinth." Beatrice said as she walked a few steps ahead of the General as they exited her study.
"Excuse me, ma'am?" He inquired.
