More 1st person!

Enjoy! (?) (AH! Don't read it! I switched into third towards the end. Didn't even notice! Wow!) I'll leave it as is here, so you can see my stupidity and exhaustion for all its glory. Wow, I'm a doofus.
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The ride out of our familiar town was enjoyable. I smirked when we passed by spots I had spent time in with Lord Robertson. He had always been so condescending. It was rather irksome. How could anyone think that someone wanted to hear his or her voice drone on so incessantly? Even the most tolerant person would eventually develop the desire to punch Pierre's mouth right off of his face. To push him to the ground, grab his throat and...
"How are you feeling Natalie?"
My eyes flickered to my cousin, watching me with intent, concerned eyes. He had always treated me with fragile care, as if I might blow away in the wind. Now, his eyes watched me with a certain fear. It made my heart giddy and my brain a little manic. It was nice to see that he was the one feeling fragile for once. It was my blood-stained hands that he felt under the control of.
I pushed my blonde, wavy locks out of my eyes and laughed casually. He squirmed when that became the only response he received to his question. I enjoyed the sudden, underlying authority. Greatly. When I was of a better mind, I would have to explore the depths of its power. For now, my murderous side was emerging again, and I had to retreat. It was essential that I calm its tendencies, its vicious desires. I had to kill that side of myself. I stop to stop entertaining the violent daydreams, push the memory from my mind.
Tomorrow perhaps...
I soon became doleful and doll like, staring out the window with unseeing eyes. Gerard soon gave up his push for small talk and and his head fell to his chest--- snores coming with the even rise and fall of his sleeping body.
Eventually, the fatigue took me as well. I curled up on my seat and slipped easily into unconsciousness.
I dreamed rapturously of Pierre Robertson's grave.
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The completion of our journey was on rough road. The path became bumpy as it turned off of the main road to the respectable but secluded town of Luxen. I wondered vaguely if it would turn out to be one of those gossip towns where everyone knows their neighbors--- and their business. Surely, she would be the highlight of discussion.

However, it turned out that Luxen, though small and woodsy, was a flourishing community. People came from all around to visit friends or to do business. And nearly everyone was rich. Of course, like any society, it had its ranges of classes. But, most of the lesser off served the better, and lived in the town for convenince It was a strange town, and Natalie found herself, surprisingly, actually missing Gerard's ruddy cottage (not to say it wasn't a nice, expensive cottage. But it was certainly a step down from Natalie's accustomed living--- a large house on enormous acreage. But, artists will be artists. And, as long as he kept stock in the family business, they let him gallavant in his artistry "phase.").

When the carriage rolled to a stop outside a grandoise mansion, Natalie breathed a sigh of relief. This, was a nice adjustment. Perhaps she would be better at fighting off her darker side in these much more suitable surroundings. Yes, that would work out nicely.

Gerard smiled wearily as I stepped out of the carriage of my own accord. I giggled softly as he swayed and nearly toppled to the ground. He was never a fan of long carriage rides, as they made him carsick. For one brief moment, he looked a sickening green, but it seemed that the moment passed. I breathed a sigh of relief. As a woman, I would have had to have cleaned up after him. I ticked my tongue degradingly, then grinned. At least there would be no Robertson puke in my future. Although, whether or not he was prone to vomiting remained in question.