Eiravyne couldn't hold her tears any longer. Urag smiled in an unsympathetic, almost delighted way.
"Ah, this is the perfect time for a gift, don't you think?" He leaned in closer, his breath cold against her skin.
"Eiravyne Sangrever, you don't know how much I've waited for this moment. Your whore of a mother, your lunatic husband, that fucking Verenth bastard too—they all were on the same side for too long. Keeping you like a stupid doll, throwing you here and there, was part of their sick plans."
His voice dripped with venom, and Eiravyne's confusion and fear grew with every word. "You can't blame me for the bittersweet taste of my gift, okay?"
Before she could respond, Urag wiped her tears away with a rough hand.
He leaned even closer, his presence suffocating, and suddenly placed his hand on her forehead. She shivered, closing her eyes in fear.
