[Hubert is not a jealous man. He had always known that had he lived and they won the war that there would inevitably that she would eventually be married to someone. And he, in turn, would be married off to whomever would suit her politically. And that would be that. It was something that he had prepared his heart for long long ago. To do anything else would be folly.
Hresvelg-Blaiddyd. It is that information, however, that creates the rolling waves of already fairly deep vitriol. There is this barely controlled anger that he is mostly unaccustomed to festering deep in his chest.
That... That is a lie. He knows it is. This is some farce to rile him up and he's allowing it to get to him. Hubert breathes out slowly allowing Lorenz to go without retort. He has none right this moment.
It's not true. She would never.
And yet Hubert stands still in the rain, hands balling themselves into tight fists until he can wrangle his normally tempered emotions back and move on from this nonsense.]
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Hresvelg-Blaiddyd. It is that information, however, that creates the rolling waves of already fairly deep vitriol. There is this barely controlled anger that he is mostly unaccustomed to festering deep in his chest.
That... That is a lie. He knows it is. This is some farce to rile him up and he's allowing it to get to him. Hubert breathes out slowly allowing Lorenz to go without retort. He has none right this moment.
It's not true. She would never.
And yet Hubert stands still in the rain, hands balling themselves into tight fists until he can wrangle his normally tempered emotions back and move on from this nonsense.]