"YOU—!" Gale wanted to curse at Aria, but he was speechless because of Aria's level of cruelty. It reminded him so much of one man that forced him to transform into his true wolf form because he was so pissed with the cruelty he did during their war. "You are no different from your father. That bastard Tyrion also used many underhanded tactics to defeat me."
"Hahah, like father like daughter, I guess?" Aria sneered. "Unfortunately, you're wrong. I am not like my father, I am—in fact—much crueler than he will ever be and much more ambitious. I want to rule this continent with you by my side—as a husband, or a pet—I don't care."
"Grrhh!" Gale leaped again, ready to attack Aria for the second time, but Aria chuckled when his attack didn't do anything against her misty body.
"Your attack won't work on me, handsome. But it's nice that you are paying so much attention to me. You only had your eyes on that crippled bitch all the time," Aria commented.
