Qeya River dance the ghost with me

'I love her Akavir,' she had cried.

It was all he could see as a bewildered Wren stood before him. A certain feeling of relief sweeping him--he had known she was okay, for the most part, when Silvertongue had admitted their marriage.

It was also met with a fiery surge of ire and bitterness. 'I want you to know I loved you too,' she had spoke to him.

Had promised to check back in with him.

Her question would originally have drawn his amusement. For now, it drew his bewilderment, in turn, as he stared at the ghost of someone he had thought to trust before.

Looking for a mountain of a man's, he returned, if not more coolly than what would have been expected. Huge. Dark fur. Dark eyes. Hates women and blinds daughters. See anyone sus?

Thanks for checking in like you promised, Wren.