The remote flew from the second aunt's hand with a violent throw, smashing against the TV. The screen shattered with a loud crack, and the room fell into a stunned silence. Her husband, who had been standing beside her, flinched, his body trembling with fear, a mer who, by all appearances, seemed too young to bear that title.
His youthful face, barely showing the signs of age, appeared out of place next to the woman who commanded so much fear. He was no older than 24 or 25, nearly the same age as her eldest daughter. In fact, to an outsider, he could have easily been mistaken for a sibling rather than a spouse.
He was striking, his beauty delicate and almost ethereal—features that seemed better suited for someone who might have been doted upon rather than someone married to the fearsome second aunt.
