Then, the thought that she would lose every comparison with Elina hit her, and her competitive spirit dismissed the idea.
"I want to be left alone but I don't want to have a fake husband." She sighed. "He should make an appearance in Lutia from time to time and I don't have it in myself to pretend I love him.
"For you, Threin is dead for centuries but to me, it was just yesterday. I spent the last seven hundred years resisting his call and missing him every single day. Even kissing another man on the cheek would be a slap to Threin's memory."
"Then we'll tell the truth and introduce you as a widow." Elina took Menadion's hands in her own. "That's something the people of Lutia will understand and respect. Just don't mention the seven hundred years part."
"Will do." Menadion chuckled. "Fair warning, I've always been a recluse and I'm socially awkward. I mean, I can handle Awakened but the last regular human I've talked to was my husband."
