[Rynthall Estate—Lucein and Silas's Chamber—The Next Day—Evening]
Lucien lay sprawled across the bed like a corpse freshly delivered from the battlefield, black hair sticking in wild tufts, his lips puffed red, his throat raw, and his poor, abused hole… let's not speak of that. His body twitched every so often, like the ghost of last night was still rattling his bones.
If anyone walked in right now, they'd probably light candles and call a priest.
"…I'm dead. Toootally dead," Lucien croaked, his voice hoarse and tragic, one trembling hand dangling dramatically off the bed. "Silas killed me. I have ascended. I see the light… Goodbye, cruel world."
He rolled his head back to the ceiling, blinking glassily as if awaiting angels.
"Will I ever walk again?" he asked himself.
Then...he replied to himself.
"…No, I'll never walk again. This is it. I shall live the rest of my days as a bedridden invalid… slain in my prime by my beastly husband."
