I stormed back to my room slamming the door and pacing back and forth in a temper. Every dinner to be spent with him, then I intend to leave everyone just as I have! I will not eat whatever is put in front of me and I will just sit there in silence to upset him. What am I thinking? I will harm myself with starvation to get to him? My suffering is not a victory for me. I have to eat. I need another tactic of how to get to him during these dinners.
If not by food, then perhaps silence. I can still sit there an initiate no conversation as much as I do have so many questions about him and his past life in European courts. Upsetting him has to take the dominate place above my fascination. And if I do speak, it will only be to provoke his temper. No one else in the village dares to do such a th
