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 hated more than being disrupted. It didn'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 came and I never bothered 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.
Yet I had dreamt of her.
Of the one precious jewel I had at the palm of my hands but had to let go because I was a man with purpose. A purpose greater than simply claiming the one thing I desired most in life.
