Ophelia put her hand to her eyes. "It...was not so very long ago, not for me," she said softly.
She looked over at him. "I did go mad," she said, apologetically. "It seemed there was nothing I could do to pull myself out of it, and then I was here."
She sighed, and her breath caught in her throat. "I just wish...he wouldn't have done it. I would not have minded if he did not love me, if he hated me. But why did he have to kill my father?"