Hatred.
An extreme emotional dislike or disgust towards something or someone.
I was five years old when I first discovered the meaning of that word.
At that time, my both hands were not enough to count the number of things I Hated.
From small insignificant things like hating certain foods, to major things like the Family Heads of Vassal clans tried to match me up with their daughters every time they saw me—regardless of whether they were older than me by centuries or they were still new-borns barely aware of their own existence.
With each year that followed after that, I added a new thing to that list. And after ten years, Hatred became something that Jamie Franklin Westley was all too familiar with.
I hated being weak.
