Crying in your room over a boy is stupid. Crying in your room over a boy who has completely captured your heart is reasonable.
I sat up and rested my head against the back of my bedroom door. A tear slowly rolled down my cheek and trickled down my neck. Why was I so stupid? He loved her, the stupid little moon princess who went and died. I hate her, I hate her. She broke his heart. She snapped it right in two.
My bird boy. I smiled, even though I should be sobbing my eyes out. Robin De Noir, the boy who locked himself in his room for a year and a day, the boy who lost his love on a cliff edge. Robin De Noir, the boy who I have to look after.
It's silly really. His father, William De Noir, employed me as a maid, though of course he had other intentions, what with me being pretty. Used to sneak up on me and squeeze various body parts. Until I threatened to tell.
To make me stay, he told me about his son. He's locked himself in his room shortly after Maria died, and had gone mad. If I could help his son, he'd never touch me again.
So I did. I got Robin dressed, and combed his brown curly hair, and sang him to sleep. And slowly but surely, fell in love with him. Of course, Count De Noir was falling in love with me.