So here we are. Egfor told me to start a stupid book, and a stupid book indeed it is. Why did I agree to this? My thoughts are perfectly fine in my head.
….Why am I arguing with myself on paper?
Egfor requested I start a journal to organize my thoughts and mind. He said some days he will give me prompts and encourage Eira to do the same.
I suppose I will start by writing about her, as she is on my mind.
Why is she with a man like me? She is so pure and innocent. By Dark Servant standards I mean. I know no one raised by Mordor or Angmar in servitude to the Dark Lord is innocent, however compared to me…
I have a decade on her.
I am a lusty, dark fiend of a man who enjoys blood and causing pain. I still enjoy my work of being a blood-letter. And she will not even eat meat…
I am afraid to touch her or look at her with my thoughts and desires, afraid to corrupt and break her. Yet I see similar yearning in her eyes.
I doubt it will remain if she knows. Knows what I am actually like, knows that I have been at brothels before, of the flings and escapades I have had before, that I have corrupted other women before. That my desires are as dark and twisted as I am.
She is a flower growing in a battlefield after a war, I am the ichor covered blades and rotting corpses that litter that battlefield.
My boys adore her, and that is what matters.
