What would he think of all of this and how far I had fallen?The cold marble of the kitchen island chilled my hand as I recalled many lust-filled night... that had started here. Jenn was my North Star and now I was adrift, struggling to find my new world. The realization that I had been hiding for the better part of the year washed over me. I had lived more in the last two weeks than I had since losing Jenn, but I still had no idea what was right or wrong anymore. Sipping on the incredibly. I would be sat at my computer and you would be sat at yours and there would be five miles of townscape between us. I felt free to tell you all my desires, my hopes, my worries, my fears, my needs, my fantasies and my love. The fibre optic cables would transport them to you and you would reply and make my world safe and complete. Now I have to use my mouth, I have to form words, I have to be in your company and sometimes I am unable to express myself to you.Was it a good idea of mine to use. And this also isn’t exactly the world he invested so much energy in. He is dark haired and broad shouldered, it doesn’t need a genius to figure out that in this alternate world the heir to the throne is not a secret bastard this time. And from thinking about his siblings he also realized, that time has passed differently.While in his favourite book series the heir to the throne was a measely twelve years old when the plot started, Lyonel was in fact 21. His little sister Myrcella had seen her. And he’d recorded it. This was the end. Susan on the other hand, had other ideas. ‘Give me the proof!’ Susan demanded. Kristoff quickly produced a USB flash drive and handed it to her. ‘This work in your TV?’ She asked a stunned Helen eliciting a shrug, then a nod then another shrug from the poor woman clearly reeling in shock. She wrapped a protective arm around Helen’s shoulders, while still struggling to curb her own mirth. ‘This we have to see!’ Sue led Helen into the living room, gently.