I was pacing all morning as I struggled to come to terms with what I have learned. At first I didn’t believe it and almost had my informant killed for such a shameful lie. However, I soon learned just how true it all really was.
My Sultana, Bianca Namori, was about to marry a criminal and a commoner. A man of known ammoral behavior, a man of known criminal activities. A wretched scarecrow who’s nobelist asperation is to run a filthy pub for other low-lifes like him. I can’t really blame him though. He is just doing as his low nature dictates.
My Sultana, however, should know better. I understand all too well the pain and confusion that loss can bring. I’ve lost much in my time and even more so recently. My Sultana needs to see the truth of the matter. She needs to see that she is lowering herself and shaming her station all for the name of what? Love? Is Loneliness, desperation and infatuation really as strong as this? Is it really so strong as to make a once noble woman surrender her dignity and honor?
And to top this all off, I had to find out about my Sultana’s marriage through a street informant. She hadn’t the courage or honor to tell me herself. Perhaps she had simply forgotten. Am I really that forgetable? Am I really so unimportant in her eyes?
I will have to confront her and make her see the truth of what she’s doing. If I fail in this then….