{Musical Recommendation: Unwanted ~ D2S1}
The day Nikolai died....
Gerald sat inside his room. The stale dried blood remained on his face and lips. It didn't take away his arrogance the kind Gerald had worn like a second skin since boyhood.
Now, that same arrogance lay split and trembling on the floor with him. Gerald sat slumped in the far corner with his back against the wall and his legs pulled up like a frightened child.
The only arm left, clutched his ribs. He was in pains. Outsiders, men who had no business touching him had dragged him to the brink of collapse before finally leaving him to be mocked by children until he got to what was left of his father's mansion.
For the first time in years, Gerald wasn't surrounded by servants, guards, or flattering shadows of superiority. Just silence. Cold and cruel. In the end, he was all alone.
What he dreaded the most had come to him. Having nothing or anyone left to shiver in fear at the sight of him.
