Sirona and Jonah exchanged knowing glances. They knew it wouldn't be that easy, but Atticus had refused to see the truth. Now he was camping in front of her door like a spurned suitor that refused to take no for an answer. If he had any gift for singing, he would be serenading her through the window while Daphne threw furniture on his face.
He wasn't scared nor was he worried, she wouldn't dare go against him but for some reason he couldn't explain, he felt weird. Maybe because his mistress and wife were standing feet apart.
Sirona and Jonah exchanged knowing glances. They knew it wouldn't be that easy, but Atticus had refused to see the truth. Now he was camping in front of her door like a spurned suitor that refused to take no for an answer. If he had any gift for singing, he would be serenading her through the window while Daphne threw furniture on his face.
Stolen by the Rebel King
Fantasy · saltedpepper