It is the recognition feast. Everyone drinks, there's music sounding and the torches iluminate the place as the dark of the night surrounds the place. I arrive, seeing that the others are there yet. I am crawling towards them because my legs hurt even more now that I am using the irons again so I am letting them rest.
I take a sit next to my wife. In front of me, there's Tavia and Asbjorn sits next to her. He doesn't look happy but me neither. My mom, arrives in a beautiful dress with furr and jewels, one in her forehead. Her eyes are profiled with black makeup and she looks absolutely amazin. She sits next to me, right now, I have the most important persons in my life next to me, so I hope they stop me if I do something wrong or I try to fuck everything up moved by my hate.
Some maids bring us horns with beer. I drink, I am obviously mad with the situation.— Well, let's fucking do this— I say, drinking again until the horn is empty.