[At last the rage bubbles up and overtakes him - with vicious force, he hurls the trinket in his hand at the nearest wall. It shatters against the wall, leaving a small dent in the paint. But more than that, it breaks the semblance of peace between them.
Growling, a look of loathing contorts his features.]
I know everything I need to. All this— us, [for a second, his voice cracks,] —it’s all been a lie.
[Then, with renewed venom, he spits - intent on making his words hurt.] You thought you were marrying Aracha Castores, formerly Isau, an unblessed son raised to the Eonia family. Well no such man exists.
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[At last the rage bubbles up and overtakes him - with vicious force, he hurls the trinket in his hand at the nearest wall. It shatters against the wall, leaving a small dent in the paint. But more than that, it breaks the semblance of peace between them.
Growling, a look of loathing contorts his features.]
I know everything I need to. All this— us, [for a second, his voice cracks,] —it’s all been a lie.
[Then, with renewed venom, he spits - intent on making his words hurt.] You thought you were marrying Aracha Castores, formerly Isau, an unblessed son raised to the Eonia family. Well no such man exists.