Capítulo 31: Her Drunk Knight

The night sky was dazzling with stars, from the creaks of the almost broken wooden walls along the landing, the chilling wind entered. Traces of a bygone winter bidding a farewell to the beautiful spring. The wind was acting like a catalyst to his intoxication. Right now holding this fettered girl, whose nervous gaze was cast upon him. Anastasio had never held a woman this close, even when he would accept a dance request as a part of the etiquette, he would never look at them. They were all beautiful, elegant, talented, adorned in the best dresses, wearing the most alluring expensive perfumes. To him, they all reeked, just like his mother, filled with motives, greed, power, money, their smiles didn't appeal, their gazes were fake. Their approaches to him were for needs, like his mother had approached his father, and when she found another step up in the ladder she abandoned them.