Patrick was here. Panting just like me. I was covered with my own sweat and not anymore with blood. I felt my heart beating so loudly that probably all the domestics could hear it. It was late and Patrick seemed anxious. He gave me water and while I was regaining complete consciousness, I started noticing the smell of his breath. He was drunk. His look was glassy. I didn't even have realised what just happened that I already had to deal with my drunk husband. Suddenly, my housemaid entered into my room. She looked tired. "Is everything okay around here? I've heard you screaming My Queen. Are you okay?" she asked me, gazing at Patrick. "Yes, I am" I answered. While she was turning around, I became aware that her presence was an opportunity. "Excuse me, can you take Patrick back to his bedroom please?" I asked, nearly begging. "Thank you for everything my dear, I will be okay now. Have a great night Patrick" I added. When he left my room, I took a deep breath, realising that I hadn't inhaled since I had smelt him. At last, I succeed in sleeping again that night but the next night, Patrick came back and the night after it again. He was always drunk.
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The Queen of Gesmeirhiel (English Version)
Werewolf"The scariest monsters are the ones that lurk within' our souls..." Edgar Allan Poe I had recently lost Father. Mother was sick and I was the last hope of Gesmeirhiel but unfortunately, I was unable to protect my people from the biggest threat ever:...
