Verina scoffed, ignoring what her sister had just said as she continued, "How bad has he influenced you for you to think that he is a good person, for the gods' sake Dalia." She gazed at her sister as if she were looking at a complete stranger, "For the gods' sake," she whispered, her voice growing small, "he killed people, destroyed homes. How quickly could you have forgotten that?"
Dalia frowned, her brow knotted together, "If father cared about that, he wouldn't have sent me here. Also, don't be quick to judge my husband; those rumors could be false."
Ditun's heart skipped a beat, his gaze still lingering on Dalia. Why? Why was she defending him so? Unknowingly to him, his hand found her lap under the table and squeezed it firmly. Luckily, the little tremble she had felt earlier came to a halt, and she regarded him with a reassuring smile before her gaze returned to her sister.
