Chapter 8: True Feelings
London, England, May 25th, 1735
Dear Black Book,
I have just returned from Lady Orihime's estate trying to calm myself. You must be wondering why I am writing so furiously. Today I was in the presence of
that damned Edmund Hewajima. He is completely egotistical and rude. What made me so angry about him today was that he had the
nerve to ask the Lady Orihime to paint a portrait of that maniac Shizuo. I am sure the poor Lady Orihime felt the pressure and believed that she had no choice
but to say yes. That man should be bowing to her because of her generosity and kindness. I could see it plainly on her face that she did not want to paint
that painting because of the short amount of time he gave her. That angel… That poor angel having to paint the devil Shizuo. I would do anything to save her
from Shizuo, he would not be a good suit for her, but I would. She would get everything she wants or needs, I would give her the finest jewels, dress her in the
softest silk, whatever her desire. I do not know why I feel this way about her, I wish could figure it out. Seeing her smile, or even hearing her voice… It makes
my heart sing with joy. No matter how much I want to deny these feelings they just take over me when I see her. Lady Orihime must know how I feel and I
shall tell her at the ball when the time is right. Ha, Shizuo will never see or have her, I will make sure of it. It is getting rather late, I should go to sleep and
dream about my victory over Shizuo in the near future. Goodnight Black Book, I shall write to you soon.
Sincerely yours,
I. Orihara
