*Orson*
I stared at my sword. The one that man Ronan had made. This weapon was what brought about my family's downfall.
"Something the matter?" Alicia asked as she watched me.
I glanced up at her. "Tell me, do you hate me? For what my father did to yours?"
Her eyes widened. "W-what do you mean?"
I leaned back against my chair and snickered. "Did you really think you fooled me? I know your first name is Roxanne. Your father used to be a blacksmith, correct?"
She nodded.
"Were you seeking to kill me all of this time as revenge?" I asked, sighing.
She frowned and shook her head. "Of course not, Sir. It's just, I got used using my middle name. As for revenge it wasn't your fault. You were merely a child..."
I chuckled. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I know you must have some resentment towards me."
Her eyes were downcast. "I'll like to hear your version of events."
I sighed. "Alright."
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