It would only be a matter of time before Ercilia's anger faded, though.
She would forgive Iorwerth eventually. She always does, after all.
He had waited for years just to pull her out of that training ground and see her again – to be with her at last. So, he could wait just a bit longer for things to become perfect between them.
"I'm sorry," Iorwerth sincerely told Ercilia nonetheless.
She did work hard to earn a place in the mafia again, and he had made all of her efforts useless.
But he had no other choice. She just doesn't belong there no matter how he thinks about it. In the first place, she should be living an extravagant life as the mafia's future leader – not rotting away underground as one of their dogs.
Iorwerth lets out a growl without thinking. Ercilia tenses once more in his arms.
He felt his guilt tug at him as he realized her fear was sparking. In hopes of calming her, he ran his fingers through her hair.
