❝ On the edge of death all I could think about was you ❞

A lycantrope. Fauna Rizal had told him he was one of those beasts.

And he? He didn't believe her. Regardless of what he told her. He didn't care, he really didn't care what her arguments were. In his own mind he was attacked by a bear, not a lycan. And whatever had happened to him on that day, that messed up his face, his back, his body, was just a feral creature. If it truly was a cursed beast, then he wouldn't be alive... Right? How could a weak body like his own even survive a curse? It almost didn't manage on a chronic illness alone. He shook his head as he opened his eyes. His gaze went over to the window. It seemed to be a peaceful night, but he feel at peace at all. He sighed as he moved out of the bed, pushing himself to his weak legs. He really had lost a lot of weight in a short period of time. He was nothing more then skin and bones.

He walked over to the grand window, taking seat at the chair as he sighed. His one good eye going over the city below... He wondered to himself what had gone wrong. He felt the sour feeling of his own grief and anger seep into himself as he pulled his shoulders up a bit more. He felt awful... And for a moment he wished Rán was here, maybe even Nerys. Even though they hated his guts he could at least hide behind them. Because, well, simply put, he was a loser, an idiot. And on his own, he was nothing more then a sad excuse of a human.

❝ On the edge of death all I could think about was you ❞

One leg pulled on the chair, he leaned slowly onto it. One arm draping along it as he picked at his own face, mostly the ugly scar that crossed across his face. He still had a habit of touching it, as if he wanted to see if the thing was still there, despite the fact that he couldn't see it. But every time when his fingertips touched his skin and he could feel the slight incline of permanent harm, he knew it was all a brutal reality. The corner of his mouth turned up as his one good eye slowly went over the roofs of the many houses below the window. It somewhat reminded him of home, but even then it was a bit different. Where Ravaryn seemed so densely populated, crowding the castle all around, the fortress the Tryggs called home in Norwyn had much more open space. The northern city also just had much more open space and houses weren't as stacked together as here. Although, it was a trick to keep warmth within the walls, as one would bleed into another, which would result in the minimal lost of warmth. Not that a family like his had to worry about such things. They had more to spare to warm their great chambers and large buildings. The cold wouldn't bother them anyway, since they were Tryggs. He sighed softly at that thought, averting his blue eye from the window. All but one, that was. He buckled under everything, after all, even freezing temperatures. There was just no winning.

In the corner of his eye he saw how the reflected moonlight on the door shifted, which caused him to look up. Slowly narrowing his eyes he turned his body more towards it, leaning back against the back of his chair. "What is it now..." he said in a clear tone, clearly annoyed. "I'm up an dressed if you were wondering and thank you for knocking," clear sarcasm and annoyance in his voice as he sighed once more. No-one had manners within these walls. Not even this mysterious visitor. For all he knew it could be a guard checking up on him. After all, you could never be sure with Ve. He always looked so pale, barely alive half of the time. So maybe they just wanted to make sure their prisoner hadn't passed away during his sleep. Nah... He already knew what kind of cruel God that played his life wouldn't let him go so easily. His death would be long and painful and full of regret. He didn't deserve such a blissful departure.