Her anger had been festering all day; his comments mocking her as they rolled around her head relentlessly. Even as the Sun sank to the ground the day after, day turning into night, his smug face continued to bombard her every thought. She had tried to forget about it, but his words would pop up incessantly like an annoying fly that she couldn’t get rid of.
She really lived in a society that was hell-bent on crushing women until they were little more than an empty shell. Until they had broken enough that their male counterparts could control their every thought, their every move. But now, she was determined to change it. Especially if she could rub Alaric’s face in it – which would make all the upcoming hardships worth it. With a new fire in her step as she dressed herself in a thin coat
