The ball. It had been a joke. A very bad bad joke. The next day he had hoped to be waking up from a very bad dream. But no. What had happened was true. What followed was even worse. He couldn’t understand it. He never would. His brother was gone. His oldest brother. The man he saw as his great example, the kind of man Scorpius wanted to become. Gone. Taken away. And for what? During the trial he had been nothing but angry, he had wished to cut off that woman's head. To end her life himself. His heart had been torn out of his chest and repeatedly stamped upon every time he looked at her. He had been physically sick..

Scorpius had been in bed. After the last couple of days his anger had made room for sadness. A sadness that worked paralyzingly. As if the young man was slipping into some kind of pit of despair. Which was one of the reasons why he had forgotten that he’d be seeing his cousin today. A knock on his door made him look up from his bed. Groaning as he pulled the pillow over his head. He truly didn’t want to see anyone. It was the guard next to the door that stated that Vox could go inside if he wanted too.