Nicolas sighed, running a hand through his now dull blond locks. His hair used to be so brilliant, shining and full of life, just like his eyes used to be. Why did he even come to France? Was a god just playing some sort of cruel trick on him? How the hell could he even go to ********' France: the country of love when his lover had just died?! Xuan didn't deserve that...she was always too kind and gentle to die....
Deciding to at least the most of this situation, he decided to get something to eat. After all, he promised Roderich he would do this for himself.
Deciding to at least the most of this situation, he decided to get something to eat. After all, he promised Roderich he would do this for himself.
