Maerwyn… Gwendolyn was sitting on the stairs of our small wooden house sobbing silently. The memory of what my father had done to her was fresh in my mind. "How dare you sleep with the son of my enemy" my dad had barged into the house drunk as hell. We were all taken aback by his outburst since we had expected that Gwendolyn\'s relationship with Steffen was never going to reach him. Our father had countless times mentioned that he hated that family, especially after Stefan\'s father took his position in the military, during the time they were young. Before Gwendolyn could explain herself, he had slapped her twice. "I can\'t believe i raised a harlot, you are in deed your mother\'s daughter" he seethed. My father had never failed to mention that our mother was a harlot, and that she had cheated on him with countless men. "Dad?" I interjected but he glared at me. "Speak to your sister or I\'ll kick her out" he ranted and stormed out of the house.

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