A small smile lighted upon Lucielle's face and I knew she was remembering the same moments of our childhood as I. Suddenly without warning I was propelled backwards by a rough pull to my servants tunic. As I stumbled I felt blow upon blow land upon my face driving me to the ground. "Boy you dare touch my beloved daughter you filthy wretched scum." Lord Balor Bellowed spittle flying into my face as he continued to scream punching me more degrading into kicking me in the ribs as I curled into myself to try and lessen the pain of the beating. "I take your father your mother your sisters and your brother in. I was generous and let you into my home and serve as my personal servant and this is how I am repaid. With treachery you scum I shall see you and your traitorous family hang for this." "Father no stop this at once Micheal didn't do anything wrong. I asked him to join me for a while to gaze upon the beauty of the gardens below for I was lonely and he was passing by." "Well then whore where is your betrothed Jean Luc. Is he not supposed to be with you at all times like I ordered." "Father I shall not marry such a brutish animal. Do you not care for me at all. Your only daughter. Have you not heard the stories in the taverns of how he handles any girl unfortunate to be caught upon the streets while he is drunk. Barely any of them have survived a cursed meeting with him. Would you sell me off like a slave just for a few more land holdings. Only to find my corpse the next day battered and bruised littering the dirty cobble street like a common dead whore." Lucielle yelled at her father Lord Balor desperately trying to pull his hands from around my throat as my vision started to fail me.
