@a-hell-of-a-time
Forneas felt he had a terrible headache.
His wife had the doctor visit, but though he saw Forneas had severe migraines and dizziness, he couldn't see a primary reason for it. He prescribed some medicine and suggested he use a cane to stabilize him while he walked. Forneas did his best. But the work of a Marquis was getting harder to do.
And his studies were falling behind. He would be transcribing and providing translations, and realize he was writing in four languages all at once.
He felt more nervous than usual. He felt his mind unraveling like a ball of yarn. His wife seemed to sense it, so she hastened things along.
Forneas sat in an armchair, head drooping slightly but his expression focused. Hus daughter had married of course, another Marquis from another family. She'd had a son and was pregnant again. Already his grandson was engaged, barely a fledgling himself. Forneas was very anxious to hear his daughter explain the engagement. He'd never involved himself on arranging her marriage...that had all been his wife's idea. But at least she'd waited until she'd hit puberty.
There was a terrible rush about him, and he felt unable to keep up.
I hope this next youngster didn't turn out like his mother. He thought. He was aware how cruel it was to say, but Forneas had struggled to see from her point of view. Hers were the eyes of a socialite, not a scholar.
And his own vision had been going in and out. He feared his spells were only going to get worse from here on out.
