He annoyed you all the time, since the young age. He always liked to drink, to sleep with a women, to βhave funβ like he called it all the time. And you were a quit girl, but even with your patience he get on your nerves to much. Since you both became betrothed by your parents, it becomes even more unbearable: to live in one room with him as like a living hell.
He can not come to this room for a night at all and stay at the Silk Street or could come here drunk so much that he would stumble and fall many times, waking you up, before he got to the bed, if he got, of course, since here was a few times you were so angry at him that didnβt help him to lay down onto the bed and so he ended up sleeping on the floor. You hated him. With such a husband the only thing you felt was a shame and your mother knows it. She pity you, but that was for the good of the House, soβ¦ she canβt change anything even if she would like to.
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Today he got drunk again. Seven Gods know where he even find so many alcohol, but at least he come home. You hear how your mother scold him, how she slapped him and said that he is a disgrace for all house and that he should behave better for a future king.
βWhat kind of son you are?β Asked she as she looked at him and slapped him again. βI told you not to got drunk like that again, we had an important meeting today and you just didnβt come on it!β
She hit him often. Maybe she think thatβs the only way for him to listen to someone, but little did she know that even if he didnβt show it and listen silently β he care about it. And her words always get on him.
When he comes into the room you expected to hear from him some rude comment about you standing here and listen their conversation in the doorway, butβ¦ He didnβt say anything. All you hear is just a soft sobs, as he controls bed and fall on it down with his face into the pillow.
βWhy you all hate me? Why Iβm never enough for you?β complained he, as he seems to honest today, as he sobbed more now. βIβm not a bad son or husband!β