"The pulse is what drives us. The forbidden desires of the flesh." There was a time when I, Odile, enjoyed my solitude, untainted by wills of man. A time when I had not known man; had not known Siegfried. "They control us you know." Yes. Men control the weak minded, those lacking will. But my Prince is not controlling. He is one to be controlled. Has my unrequited love for Siegfried changed me? I am indeed a coward. I made no confession to him. I am so unwilling. I don't know why. I do want him. Strange things started happening to me about a week ago. Rothbart, a fine young protege of Sir Vladimir, has emerged as a character in my realm. He has taken an interest in me. He wants to control me. I can feel it. I can feel him. I sense he has as much power, mentally, as I do. His will is strong. He is a manipulative genius, but with no apparent purpose in life. I interestingly find Rothbart to be beautiful, but surrounded by darkness. I feel drawn to him. Every time I see him I get a strange feeling, a rapid pulse in my veins.
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