I Love You, Thank You

"Hic!"

Heinrich hiccupped, closed his eyes, and held his breath.

It looked like he was trying to hold something other than his breath.

Before long, he let out a long breath.

"You're okay, right?" asked Zaha Serpentes, leaning sideways against the table. His eyes looked worriedly at Heinrich, who had downed two bottles of raw gin without stopping.

He knew Heinrich's throat must be on fire right now... but the man didn't stop.

"Is this what they call... a love triangle?" Zaha asked quietly.

Heinrich chuckled, pouring the rest of the gin in his second bottle into his glass. "I think I know why I was so annoyed at His Highness Ezekiel."

Zaha raised his eyebrows slightly.

"We have... a lot in common...?" murmured Heinrich softly.

Cindy... Eira...

Harriet, and Ezra.

At that moment, Heinrich was blinded by grief. Cynthia Delaroche was his world, the woman who raised him.

He ignored the world, thinking everything was meaningless.