Was it truly bad to be a Holck nowadays? It was a question John had been profusely been taken place in his head for the past few weeks. He loved his name, enticed by the honor and understood the importance of his family. But...the restrictions it would soon cost him seem too much of a price. Of course the only reason all of this had change was because he met her. It was her, his precious sweet Lilith who had been able to change his mind and calm his storm.
It wasn’t smart, perhaps, any Holck could tell him that. It was not smart for a Holck to fall in love, Holcks do not fall in love for that matter, most of them anyway. It was funny, John placed a bitter smile as he crossed his legs on table of the tavern, he had never loved before. Perhaps Kinsey was right, John’s problem seem to only vary from women to his cup, but it didn’t make it any less important for John. Speaking of cup, his was currently empty, he considered waving the servant for more, but decided against it, remembering last time it had made him forgotten the light of day. Perhaps he’d wait a little bit, let what he had drunk disperse in his blood before adding more of the blinding nectar. Currently, John wanted to bash his own head with a hammer, he almost done the most stupid thing a man can do.
He almost ended it with her. How much of a fool can he be to consider letting her go? He had said the word, knowing that Lilith would cave to him, to his bloody words. Maybe he wanted that drink after all. Of course, the servant ignored him, no one respected John, everyone knew that. John stared down at the empty cup in his hand wondering what more problems coming days would bring him.
