[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]

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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color] Wyndham Estate Stables
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	Gerard went over to his room adjacent the stables where he would spend some of his nights there. He had gotten used to being alone all the time that he would rather prefer the company of his horses than sharing room with the servants. The smell didn't bother him much as it did with the presence of people who are mostly strangers to him. He placed his coat back on the rack and rolled up his sleeves, as he gone over the stables to attend to the horses.

	He does so routinely, from fetching buckets of fresh water to drink, to cleaning their respective pens. He also made sure not to forget to prepare the carriage for Almack's this evening being the personal coach driver for the family. Part of his job would sometimes let him act as a sort of escort and protector  whenever they leave for town, which he does so with great diligence. At all times he never leaves without his trusty blade by his side, the old butter knife had saved him countless of times since he first earned it during the last year of his training in Ireland, and as much as the number of lives felled by it's steel. 

 	As he finished attending to the last of the horses, Milli's words rang to him once again, albeit melancholic yet full of sincerity. He couldn't help but smile, his thoughts wandered, then came realizations, which turned his tender smile into gloom. He wonders if Milli will still think the same if she ever knew the truth about him. The truth which he so desperately keeps away from her knowing, in fear of losing her trust and most of all, her friendship that had meant so much to him already. [color=a2d39c][i]"If only she knew."[/i][/color]

	Shortly reminiscing his previous life has sent him shivers, the rush of adrenaline when he struck blade to flesh, his foes screaming in agony as the the smell of gunpowder and blood mixed together with the pacific breeze, a life so exhilarating that still became the source of his nightmares to this day, a part of him struggles to leave it all behind completely. How could he as it was the only life he knew back then, guilt never got to him until in the very end, where everything had finally came with a price. 

As his eyes wandered up to Milli's draped chamber window, he thought whatever will become matters little if she ever knew about it. After all there is enough to prove that he was a monster who deserved to be hated. Though the only thing that matters now to Gerard is for her to be happy. If it means getting away from her stepmother and marrying a fine young gentleman of her liking, he only wishes it would be someone better, someone who will cherish her or bring her flowers everyday, more than he ever could. Milli deserves that much.