The vase that he would always wake up to, resting on top of the side table of his godforsaken suite in this old castle ends up breaking into a thousand pieces after he crashes it on the floor due to so much anger and frustration right after his "so- called" wife walks out of the room with a broken hearted face for the tenth time now.
He's turning into something that even he himself is afraid of. He isn't just becominga grumpy old trolley... gradually he is becoming a monster... her monster as he always seem to be taking out his anger on that bloody woman...
Bloody beautiful woman who happens to be his wife for only God knows how long now.
He breathes hard cupping his aching temple as pain shots through it. lgniting the veins in his brains to the point like they will explode out of his c
