Albion Price sat in a lavish bordello whiskey in hand, his eyes flicked to the men around him with a look of disgust. He didn’t deserve to be alone like these sad Twat‘s, he deserved you.

No matter how he tried to forget you, he found his mind returning to his lost love so often .

His fingers traced the rim of his glass, considering writing another letter but you never responded. Snarling he slammed the whiskey down on the table and made his way out of the brothel you were his.