BOOM!
With a roar, a woman crashed through the walls of the palace. Important documents fluttering everywhere.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
The tapping of footsteps, distinctive enough for her ro make it out among the rustling documents.
The count held her up by the throat. His eyes glowing with hate and disgust.
"Who?"
Barely a whisper, he tightened his grip.
"Who is it?"
Banging her head against the window, the glass threatened to shatter.
"WHO IS THE FATHER!?!"
With bated breath, the woman coughed out an answer.
"It's you, my lord."
Finally throwing her through the window, he held her up by the hair. Her makeup smeared, following her trail of tears. Her lips busted, the lipstick mixing with blood.
"Who is it."
The temperature dropped.
"Say it."
She insisted.
"It's you, my lord."
He broke her arm. She screamed. A hateful smile graced his lips.
"Is it still me?"
"YES!"
Breaking another bone.
"And now?"
"Yes."
"And now."
"yes"
Disgusted by the lies, he threw her mangled body on the rubble. Looking down on the groaning wreck he called his wife, he sighed.
'Why did it have to turn out that way?'
She was such a pretty girl when they first met. A bit spiteful at first, but he expected that after killing her fiancé. Soon she would mellow out. After tasting the luxuries that a peasant knight can't provide.
He thought such as he kicked her screaming body.
"Why, huh? Aren't you the first wife. Don't you love me? Why did you throw that away."
His voice mocking, then monotonous. He waved at a nearby priest.
As her limbs painfully contorted back in place she defiantly looked up at him.
The day she saw her husband on the execution ground, she cried. The Count sitting right next to her with a smug smile. The moment she saw his headless corpse, she swore revenge.
All those years she made contacts at tea gatherings. Without caring about secrecy, she ordered the most powerful poison she could find. To kill the bastard who crushed her heart. She wanted to see him puke out his innards. To see if his blood was actually blue. The palace could burn for all she cared.
He only sniffed his tea, grinned, and drank it. His eyes glazing over, it merely made him drunk. Following her loss, he humiliated her.
Ordering poison after poison, he continued to drink it and proceeded to humiliate her.
'Monster.'
She thought. It didn't care for her heart, it didn't care for her soul, It only cared for her flesh.
Being unable to train, as the wife of a nobility, she set her sights on her son. Their son. The Hraesvelgr blood was pure. Every descendant a prodigy. She didn't care to bear a useless child with some talentless man.
She wanted to raise it to kill the beast. To make it hate it. The way she did.
He took a second wife, but she didn't care. The second wife made connections. Isolating her in the palace, but she didn't care.
She wanted to laugh at him. His own spawn was useless, and he despised her for it. Spitting blood, she smiled.
"It's your son, my lord."
He was a failure. The second wife gave birth to his talented older siblings. At the time when she still tried to poison him, she refused to bear his children. Making her regret her spiteful behavior.
"Useless. Useless. Useless! NO CHILD OF MINE IS USELESS!"
Kicking her now healed body, she made an indentation in the court.
"Every Hraesvelgr is a hero! If he's not he's a bastard!"
Giggling at the injustice, she found the situation hilarious.
'I try to kill him, he wants me closer. His child is talentless, he throws a tantrum. I should have killed myself, when I still had my honor.'
Seeing her, still defiant, his eyes glazed over.
"Take her to my chambers. After today, she will be banished to the north wing."
Not liking his look, the second wife hugged his arm.
"What about the boy?"
Reminded of his shame, he clenched his fist.
"Lucas! I can't kill him."
In the eyes of the nobility, his death would basically mean admitting that he was cucked.
"Bring him to the south wing. He'll never see the whore again."
Licking his lips, his eyes warned those in his surroundings.
"He'll get the minimum treatment of nobility. But nobody may touch him."
"Yes my Lord."
Bowing her head, the long hair concealed her frustration.
Shaking the woman off of his arm, he followed the battered woman.
'Doesn't she love me?.'
"Hahahahaha!"
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