Madame Elene paused, reached a hand out behind on one of the shelves and got a small silver flask. She threw her head back and took two big gulps of the liquor inside before throwing it on the ground.
The look on her face was nothing but pure intense anger as if she wanted to kill someone or something.
"He took a good girl, and ruined her and he never looked back after destroying her life." She laughed, a few hysterical like sounds came from her mouth. "Do you know that there were titled young men that were willing to take her hand in marriage?
The son of the vicar, a young marquess from Brackenworth, two earls that needed secondary wives. She could have had her pick of suitors but she turned them all down because she was only eighteen, she wanted to marry at three and twenty.
Risa could have had a good marriage and lived a good life if only the king had not pursued her, promised her glory and compromised her."
