Dracenor - Present Day
Xanathal
There was rage and then there was this. Xanathal wanted to scream his anger. Staring down at where his wife held his hand in her lap, he shook with the need to rip apart the walls. Both her hands barely held the size of his one. Her skin was a pale alabaster, denoting her time away from sunlight or open air. Scars lined her skin, but they were small, fine lines that all kind of blended together for the moment.
Xan had known when first he had seen her, that his wife had struggled in her life. She had injuries that made no sense, even on their wedding day. To now have some understanding of the kind of man her father was, only made him want to do more damage than before. The fact she was stalling on sharing her experience with him, spoke to the horrific nat
