Holding the glare the savage wore from his spot, Jollveld came forward, fearless of the wimp in his presence that was not deigned of any respect anymore.
“You worry who she will have children with instead of feeling joy her motherly wishes can be a reality!? It’s not odd she despises your presence, Aslak!! Was I her!!! Was anybody in her place!!! That axe you gift her would be encrusted between your fucking eyebrows!!”
“..…”
*Phtoo!* — Spitting to the taste his sight provoked, Jollveld’s mouth distorted in contempt. Turning away from the unpleasant scene, waving careless his hand to dismiss him from his presence since there was no patience in the king anymore to try convincing a lost and useless man. — “Disgusting bastard… It’s a miracle she even allowed herself to love you… I pity the woman now that I see what you became… Get lost. You serve no purpose like this.”