"Why did you do it?" Jeames hissed as he took a step towards her. In return, she took a step backward."Dorothy has been nothing but nice to you since you came back. She respected you and loved you and yet you dared scheme to make her miserable!?"
"Sir Jeames, I don't know what you are talking about," Rosalind said, she eyed his hand on the hilt of his sword. She immediately thought of using her mist to subdue him but she did not want to reveal anything to him.
"You— How dare you act like you do not understand what I am talking about! When you were younger, she asked me to play with you to not make you feel like a freak! You were born an embarrassment and she told me how much she pitied you but could not show it because of her own circumstances!"
Jeames pointed the sword toward her.
"When they sent you to the mountains to die, she cried and mourned for you!"
