#29 Wayward
Grima wandered the halls of Meduseld. He was pondering how it was he went from being a faithful servant to Théoden to a witless spy of Saruman. He had never always been deceitful. At one time people liked and respected him. Théoden trusted him, called him a friend even, but then that began to change four years ago when Saruman slowly started taking control over the king's mind convincing Grima to betray his king in exchange for control over Rohan.
At first, Grima fought it; he knew what the consequences would be when discovered he committed treason: execution or even banishment. However, as time wore on, he began to lose the battle with himself eventually giving in to the power of greed. Now the king was entirely under the control of Saruman with Grima nearly in complete control of Rohan.
However, Grima still often wondered if this power was worth the hate people felt toward him, the evil looks given to him and the cold shoulder he now received from the woman whom he had fallen for—Éowyn. He wondered if his betrayal was worth going from being called Grima, a son of Rohan, faithful friend of the King to Grima Wormtongue, a poisonous snake.
Staring in a mirror, he no longer recognized himself.
A single tear slipped down his cheek from his cold, gray eyes. No, this is not worth it, but it is too late now to turn back.
Grima turned and walked away, not even seeing the sad look from Éowyn.