"You are the fool, bast*rd…" Marcella glared at him. Even though she was a girl of a noble house she never shy away from cursing.
"Of course you are. What kind of sane person would marry someone just to prevent him from marrying someone else? Aren't you sacrificing your own life just to give me some useless troubles? Only stupid people would do that,"
Zivan smiled at her.
"You…" Marcella pointed her finger at him but she didn't have any word to refute him.
And seeing the defeated look on her face, Zivan's smile brightened even more.
This was probably the first time he has won an argument with her.
"It's okay. Anyway, my life has turned quite boring these days. I won't mind you entertaining me for a while," he added salt to her wounds.
Marcella lost the last thread of her sanity and grabbed the swords placed on the nearest rack and ran behind him. Zivan started to run away from her.
"Hey…careful..," he yelled
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