Deacon’s POV
I stared at my mom, waiting for what more she had to say because her laugh was the last thing I expected from her.
But when that laugh turned into sarcasm and into mockery, that’s when I shook my head.
What else did I expect from her?
She continued, “That’s what it is, isn’t it? You admire her swordsmanship, her rough ways? But can’t you see? A woman like that is exactly the opposite of what should fit as your wife! How can you bring disgrace to our name?”
By now, she was beyond hysterical. She waved her hand and called for a servant, who served her another cup. Just that this time, instead of tea, she was served with a glass of wine in which she finished in one gulp, making the servant turn back around to refill her glass before she could even go further.
Heaving a sigh
