Rayven sat near the fire alone while deeply lost in thoughts. The more the wedding neared the more he began to doubt his decision, knowing he was doing this for selfish reasons. What would happen to Angelica once he died, even though he wasn't sure how he was going to die? He needed to get his heart back for that and there was no other way to do it than to make it bleed. It was not something he wanted to do. He couldn't afford to have feelings other than those he was used to. Feelings that darkened his heart, like pain, pride, hatred and ...
"My Lord…"
Startled he looked to his left where he found Angelica standing.
"May I sit." She motioned to the chair in front of him.
He nodded and she went to sit down before looking at him. He had tried not to listen to the conversation she had with her brother earlier but failed. She told him he had been kind to her.
When? He wanted to ask. When exactly was he kind to her?
