Qeya River mockingbird

you think that imbecile is a suitable father to a woman like morwenna's children? veksar scoffed dryly, his mother tongue worn down with the accent of the commoner. i don't see him as her husband. more like a pet.

it was bitter and cruel of veksar to say, yes, but in this moment he was fueled by the snaking void-black pit of anger deep in his stomach, and it showed in the way his pupils shrank and his lip curled to show his teeth. these were primitive folk — angry folk. and regardless of how blackfell felt, to veksar, she was of his land. his to protect.

he would never admit it, but there too were long buried emotions ebbed at and forced to the surface.

she has chosen wrong. she will learn it the easy way or the hard way. we must wake her up.