Agnes gritted her teeth in anger. Rage had consumed her whole. She could not understand what Alistair ever saw in Sierra. She was just a knightess when they first met. She did not have any qualities of an elegant princess.
They came from wildly different backgrounds.
They were never meant to be.
Despite all odds, their love blossomed while she got the short end of the stick. How was that fair?
"Why do you keep protecting her?! Why can't you just let her die!" Agnes screeched as a strange aura surrounded her.
Her skin was now completely covered with fur. She lunged forward at Alistair without much thought, leaving rubble in her wake. Sierra felt her heart pounding in her chest as Alistair took the attack head-on. He did not dodge.
