That was the reason we were engaged. It was promised to me, and I’m not giving it to a damned Sorrengail who chose to drop the flier instead of her squadmate. Your entire family deserves to die for what you’ve put us through.” A crown? Engaged? My chest aches because it all makes sense. Two aristocratic families in need of an alliance. And I’m nowhere near nobility. “And gods, get some control over your emotions, would you? You’re so fucking weak it’s pathetic.” Her words are a string of hisses. Fuck her.
