I couldn’t sleep that night. I kept thinking about everything. Mostly Isaac. I feel like a dumb fool, I don’t fall in love, it is not my nature. Of course I’ve had some experiences which include men, but I never ever had any kind of feelings towards them. And now the King of France? Seriously? We haven’t even spoken to each other normally, except that one night. He probably doesn’t see me, and he is married. Which makes everything worse.
How did I let this happen?
I take a sip of the new exotic drink, coffee. It tastes quite bitter.
To make things even worse, my brother still hasn’t woken up. I’m starting to get worried, more than I already was and more than necessary.
I’m too tired for this. My head is spinning around and my eyes close on their own.
