The room was dimly lit, the table was filled with several empty bottles scattered across it. Rhea watched as Draven gulped down one bottle after another as if he was trying to drown himself.
She also resumed to down her bottle of wine, the wine burned down to her stomach along with the unhappiness in her heart. Rhea drank until she began to feel dizzy.
The pair sat on opposite sides of the table, both visibly intoxicated.
Rhea, her cheeks flushed, looked at Draven with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Perhaps it must be because of the alcohol in her system, but Draven looked even more handsome today. She smiled foolishly. This handsome dragon was her husband. She thought.
However, despite the alcohol taking it's effects, Rhea suddenly saw a flash of the scene where Draven was stabbed on the snow ground by Alina. Her heart clutched tightly with an unbearable pain.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!