When Marco went into the banquet room to find Skye, she was dancing with Tidas. She smiled radiantly as he spun her around to the music, then giggled when he pulled her back into his arms. They stared at each other with mutual love reflected in their eyes..
Marco felt his ire rising as he watched his little brother enjoying the company of his future bride.. 'It would make it easier if he died while fighting Richard. I could be a caring shoulder for her to cry on, and not even need to influence her.. But the chances of that are too slim to invest any assurances into; besides..'
'I am looking forward to the expression on his face when my plan comes to fruition. Should I take Skye in front of him? Watch him crumble while the woman he loves chooses to love me right in front of his eyes?'
