Revenge

What of it? I lived my life for it for nearly four centuries. Revenge agaisnt my father. Revenge against the man who cut my mother's throat. Revenge against the men who raped me as a child. Revenge against all men who did such things to women. Revenge against women who committed atrocities on the few men I loved. Revenge against the Realm that would have destroyed my home. Revenge against the family who didn't recognize the treasure in their midst.

It's defined me, and I realize that. Shaped me into the woman I've become and woven itself deep into the patterns of my self. I don't know how I'd tear it out, and I don't know that I want to. It gives purpose and passion and while there may be few, or even no, slights that bear the need for vengeance now, it stands waiting and ready for anyone who'd think to harm my child, or my family.

What else is there to say?