Carthas sat alone in his chamber. He was perplexed to say the least. How could this happen? What is this that is happening? This is a feeling that is both foreign and familiar. That girl, there was something about her. Almost as if he knew her as well as he knew himself. Carthas continued to think on it more. Is this what love feels like? The eunuch had difficulties grasping if this was truly the emotion he felt. Without any sexual longings it veiled the identity of this emotion. Still, it feels like love. Or at least a vague concept of what love is. The heretic thought further on this emotion. It certainly is one that was reserved only for himself. Yet, there it is, existing in this... girl. She couldn't be that much older than his niece. But these feelings are still present. No doubt this put a complication into the future Carthas had envisioned. He had not considered ever being subject to feelings of love and certainly not considering marriage an option. Now all of it on the table at once. Such feelings surely cannot be shared? Certainly not for a disgraceful being such as Carthas Norrvakt. A eunuch, a heretic, a Blackmark, a stain that cannot be washed out. Yet there he sits, alone, thinking and thinking. It should have left his brain immediately, there is no hope for feelings such as these, yet they persist. Even if the feelings are shared, there is no chance at there being a marriage without the ability to produce offspring. Companionship perhaps? A lifetime engagement without a marriage in view. It is possible, however unlikely. Carthas inevitably rises from his seat. "This is a troubling situation for us Nicolas..." The Norrvakt leaves his chamber and estate entirely to go for walk. Either it will clear his mind of the subject or strengthen it further.
