I have another confession, ser. I am dreadful tired of this world and all in it. I simply hate it all. My husband, the duke, his castle and all in it... Even food and wine turn to ash in my mouth. Would that it were all ash in truth! I wish the dragon to come and put the world to flame. Do you think I’m mad? If I am, I assure you I’m not alone. Far from it, I should think. Persisting in this endless drudgery - that’s true madness.
Domenique












