Koran was pacing along the length of the room that he was given waiting for the moment when he would be called for what he had been chosen for.<br/><br/>The decor and luxury of the room didn't attract him much. He was a man born in poverty, lived a life mostly alone and simple until the day he met her and then been through much worse in the dungeon of  Neville and the torment of knowing that such a precious life was lost due to him and the ruthlessness of some monsters. Well lord Skylark may have found escape in death but he would bestow the payment on her.<br/><br/>No he wouldn't even kill her if they offered him the chance. This was much better, he was going to shame her in front of everyone. He knew how to pleasure women, those court ladies how they wanted to be pleasured and they had taught him, ordered him into doing everything that pleasured him while often leaving him to be until her. Her .. it was always her, every good thing reminded him of her goodness and every bad one made him make a comparison against her, how endlessly long and dark his life seemed to be. His fingers had been black and calloused, his face filled with grit after hours beside the fire of his gorging hearth but his heart has been light satisfied in the simple life of his. Now everything is dark .. so whats the use of this shiny room, white fluffy bed. Angrily he picked up the nice brass goblet that came wine with his food, offered like he was a nobleman right at his own room by the kitchen servant. He looked at it with angry burning eyes and hurled it with all the strength of his massive arms.