Chateau Grief 221

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Chateau Grief 221

Narration (Kore): Swordfish was a less-than-useful source of information tonight.

Narration (Kore): Been at the palace for four years. Not willing to say a word about his employer. Or anything less mundane than the local shopping scene...rumors about weddings...& child safety - a great concern of his.

Narration (Kore): And through it all Shane never said a word. His mind was too fascinated by the lights to harness his attention for even a few seconds.

Narration (Kore): And all I could see was the vast expanse of an empty canvas. Xander had done one thing. I've done another. The best of intentions but who knew where it would lead?

Narration (Kore): Do I even have a right to help him? Who can tell what's help and what's harm?

Narration (Kore): Xander is a very dangerous man. Look at what he's turned me into already! There will be many more dangerous gambles. Many more nights second-guessing what I've done.

Narration (Kore): There are so many of my memories locked up in ice...

Narration (Kore): Days when I hated the sight of them. Months I spent staring into their depths learning to see each feathery fissure. When I was a child I was convinced that they made me the richest person in the world.

Narration (Kore): The aunts scolded me well for that. Told Georgios that I needed to be kept on a tighter leash or I'd develop into an anti-social narcissist.

Narration (Kore): He put a security detail on me full-time. And I fatefully began to pull away from the increased constraint.

Narration (Kore):The next summer I'd come back...a stranger with sunken eyes that had never regained their light.

Narration (Kore):And it's only then that I hear the breath from the doorway.

Author Notes:

white socks.  that's all I can say.  White....socks...?

characters: Kore, White Socks