Raoul
They say knowledge is power. If that is the case, I should the most powerful man, even more then the crazed beast who tried to steal away my love. So why was I outsmarted? It matters not in the end, I suppose. But it still aggravates me greatly. I who has had classical education and a wealthy, pampered lifestyle losing out to a man who scuttles about in the dark, controlling others through fear, hiding in shadows for he is fearful - a creature hiding in the night, manipulating people around him to do what he cannot or will not.
And yet he nearly stole her, stole my life. He lied to her, tricked her, and tried to control as he does everyone else. How could he have ever held my beloved's heart? How is that fair? And even now, my love grieves over him, the pitiful beast that holds half her heart, which should belong to me in full. She loved him, in a different way then she loves me. I know that now. A way that went beyond romantic love and to more of a needing love.
And so is my fate, to always be second best.