They returned to their small hut—the only place they had ever called home together. As soon as the door shut behind them, Emilia snapped.
“What were you thinking, Dante?” she burst out, voice sharp from the humiliation still burning inside her. “Why would you tell them we’re attending that banquet? What are you trying to prove? Are you trying to make me regret accepting you into this house and our lives? Answer me!”
Dante didn’t flinch. “Emilia… you’re not even trying to listen to me. From the first day you accepted me, I told you I would make you happy. I told you I would make the people who hurt you pay. I made a promise. I don’t intend to break it.”
Emilia scoffed. “A promise? I didn’t take it as a promise, Dante. Because you have nothing. You’re a nobody. You have no power, no autho
