Internal Turmoil

Alaric's P.O.V

The sun shone its first rays, casting shadows against the wall. I sat on a two sitter couch in my room, one leg crossed over the other, fingers idly tracing the edge of a silver ring on my thumb. The weight of what I had just learned pressed against my chest, but my face remained impassive and unreadable.

I had spent centuries mastering this art of control. Emotions were dangerous. They blinded even the wisest man and made men weak. And weakness had no place in my world.

The water from the bathroom continued to run. Ravenna was still inside. I had questions. A lot of them and desperately needed answers.

'Why?'