Royce Rain Research Paper

The Work- Royce Rain.

Royce Rain’s was always a passive man. Whether it was simply his nature, or his strict upbringing, there are three rules he never broke: One- never speak out of turn, even if what he has to say is important. Two- in an argument, he is never right. He must graciously allow the other person their way. And three- never, under any circumstances, must he lose his temper. These morals were sewn into his heart by his mother, a former servant, who left holes where the needle punctured. It was this damage that only let his heart fill to a certain point with love or joy, until it would seep out of the holes. He learned from an early age that feeling indifferent towards people was easier than trying to love them then watch that very love ooze out of his crippled heart. Routine and structure ordered his life; living by the books and with ridged tradition in mind

It's been nine years since he left home at eighteen to escape his parent's iron cages and leaching love. It was a moonless autumn night, cooler than usual. Everything seemed to be in order: tables set, plates stacked, cups washed, shades drawn, lighting just below half for ambiance, music audible but not intrusive, air temperature at a comfortable range so women can decide to remove their shawl or not and men can keep their vests or choose to set them aside. Neatly, of course. He watched as a man entered, bringing a wave of cold air with him. This man, older, was certainly not the type to dine here. Royce's intuition was telling him something was very wrong. That’s when their eyes met. It sparked a cold sweat to bead up around his hairline. But his training kicked in and his feet moved silently and politely over to where the man was waiting to be seated. The words 'right this way, sir' slipped from his mouth as it did thousands of times before, as he chauffeured the man to an empty