“Aurora, I’d like to introduce Rhaego, your new husband.” Something akin to a choked whimper escaped her. After a beat of tense silence, she lifted her head, but her eyes still didn’t meet his. Her watery gaze only rose so far as his chest, and as she rasped a meek “Hello,” a single tear slipped down her left cheek. There was no blade on Clecania that could slice him as deeply as that tear.
