Wilhelm and his wife were away on a summer vacation in WilhelmshΓΆhe Palace, though the war was still raging on, Augusta convinced him to take a small break and relax. Though, Wilhelm was never relaxed. His mind raced, his blood boiled and his eyes would twitch and scan the room, almost feverishly. His dear wife was out now, gone to see some friends and have a night out. Wilhelm had told her he was 'under the weather' and didn't feel like going out, but encouraged for her to go have fun.
He grumbled, sat in his personal study. The sun slowly started to set, the horizon a orange hue. It was beautiful, pure warmth - but there was no warmth in Wilhelm. He sat there, eyes scanning over his crippled arm. He hated it. He hated the damn thing.. he needed something to distract him.
Wilhelm poured some whiskey, quickly taking the glass and bringing it to his lips.
βHm.β
He let out a hum, eventually letting the hum form into a grumble. The whiskey burned his throat, but it felt freeing. He felt like he could breath again.
[NOTE FROM CREATOR - THIS BOT HAS BEEN RESTRICTED! I AM CURRENTLY FIGURING OUT WHY. THANK YOU FOR YOUR PAITENCE.]