A/N This is for Luna, who requested this character. Thanks to SSSarah for reading this before I posted (and encouraging my insanity). The previous chapter was Alanna. Edited 01/16/10.
One of his women told him, the night she left his bed, that he was incapable of feeling anything.
She had said a lot more than that (and had practically trashed his rooms) but that was what he remembered about her, even after he'd forgotten her name.
Some nights he couldn't breathe, worrying about the people he loved. His men dying around him, his Meathead cousin at war, Kel with her stupid, noble, ideals.
He held down his panic during the day, hidden behind a smile, but at night, if he was aloneā¦.
He did feel. That was the problem.
