Chapter 36 QUEEN OF PLOTS

REYNOLD

He stayed on the dark, and lonely side of his room; nothing seemed to matter to him anymore. No love, no happiness, no zeal to attend to the matters of his company. He's totally become a shadow of himself. The death of Aria weighed so deeply on his heart that nothing else interested him.

In his room, he never lets anyone in except his beta. He left his beard sticking out some whiskers, and he hardly sleeps at night. Either he was in his room or in the woods, where he would run for hours.

He did this every morning and night before he went back to his room. While in his room, he still doesn't sleep but rather stares at his sister's picture all night.

On his mini desk, in the right-hand corner of his room, were empty bottles of beer, which he drank. Even though he never gets drunk, he keeps drinking, wishing he would lose himself completely.

Every so often, he goes to her room and stares at her modelling pictures. There have been tonnes of messages an