Night-time Wanderings

Vittor sighed as he lay alone in his bed, the cold winter wind blowing at the windowpanes. He hissed at the wind, throwing a pillow at the window.

"Shut the hell up, would you?" He yelled at the wind, but it didn't listen. It never did. He groaned as he got up, pulling his pants up higher over his hips and yawning. He walked out of the room, wandering the castle. That always seemed to help. Although... tonight it didn't seem like it was. He whined, glaring up at the ceiling. "What the hell is wrong with me?" He asked the silent stone walls.