*sits down* ACTUALLY. I'm so stupid, Daeron, why am I so stupid? I always do the silliest things and I never think before I do them. Why don't I ever think? Am I really that self-centered? No, don't answer that, I don't want to know. Just! Ugh! *throws her arms up in the air*
Ah. *gets the Double Chocolate Chunk Brownie Fudge Ice Cream out of the freezer and sets the carton down in front of her with a spoon in it* So, what happened that's got you think you're not perfect which you are, totally, so very very perfect?
There's this girl at the mental ward where I volunteer, right? She's sort of strangely psycho because she married her brother once a long time ago and got pregnant and killed herself. Well, I didn't know better, or think, or care, and I just happened to mention that the brother-husband in question was staying at my house. So she's all crazy and is regressed to some place where she only remembers that he's her husband and not her brother too and she thinks she has a baby with him but apparently it's just a doll (and I couldn't even figure that one out on my own, see, I'm stupid). So when I tell her her HUSBAND is in town she totally flips and breaks out of the hospital and she's running loose in the city and Dr. Ron is freaked out even though he told me it wasn't my fault and I don't want him to be disappointed in me because I Really Like Him for some weird reason and now she's at my house with her brother and he's got amnesia still so he doesn't even KNOW he's her brother and what if they... you know? And she gets even crazier and he gets crazy when he finds out the truth and it'll be ALL MY FAULT.
Beleg!? In a bar!? Kissing a boy!? Oh, come on, Daeron, give me some details. You can't leave a girl hanging like that. *gives him a little pout* Especially not a girl having a rough night.
Right, well, you didn't hear it from me but... *looks around conspiratorially* She was with Beren, that guy you ran into in the woods the other day. They looked pretty cozy. Before your father had him rounded up and most likely beaten to a bloody pulp, that is.
No, that's okay, Daeron. It's just a little way and the guards are out in full force tonight. Apparently some big criminal or something was captured. *shrugs* Goodnight*
*slips out and hurries back to the palace and into her room*
*lays down on her bed* *cries and doesn't know why*