Perhaps, that was when it all went downhill. The day that Allard had declared that he wished to get a divorce had started the suffocating spiral to her own demise. With the marriage of her brother and the Saintess, she spent more time with Lyanna as she tried to break down Aris's walls. It didn't work. Her paranoid brother became even more closed off, showing bouts of anger and rage at the slightest stroke of the pen. Most people fled to her—she was the only one capable of calming him down whenever he went into a blinding rage.
There was nothing else to fear. Lumielle had promised him that he shouldn't be worried. The issue with Ruenti continued to be a nuisance. She had to admit that the quick wits of the red-headed male was slowly starting to become less of a tedious chore and more of an actual issue. Yet, she wouldn't let Aris know that.
