Daciano
Maria’s revelation does well to leave me in a worse state than the one she found me in.
“If you knew all this during all this time, why didn't you tell me?” I bark, stressing each syllable with so much energy that I feel it drain me.
She’s visibly terrified to see me so angry, and I let her off the hook, as crying over spilt milk can only leave me waiting for it to dry. And even if the information had come weeks… even months later than I'd have needed it to, it still helps to renew my determination to find Rhea, no matter what part of the realm she’s hiding in.
It makes me grit my teeth and want to spit — thinking of my child and heir in the company of the witches, and how it could grow up to ignore its werewolf side and instead focus on learning silly magic spells under the gu
