Andrine’s entire body trembled with anger, her mind buzzing as the truth burned inside her. She clenched her fists, and her eyes bore into Armin’s. “Armin, your wife, Alysha Jarl, is alive.”
Armin’s expression shifted, confusion flashing across his face. “What?” he breathed, the shock hitting him like a cold wave. “What are you saying?”
Andrine took a deep breath, her anger simmering beneath the surface. “I know where she is. But she...” She hesitated, seeing the disbelief in Armin’s eyes. “Yes,” she insisted. “My sister—Alysha Jarl—is alive.”
Armin’s mouth fell open, the reality of her words sinking in. “I really... have a wife?” he murmured, still struggling to process it. “And it’s your sister?”
Andrine nodded, feeling a surge of emotion. “She’s been hidden away. But she—” Her words
