Astonished

When I knocked on the door of the WitchFall fortress, it was with a resolute expression.

Mathis ripped open the door as if he himself had rushed to it.

No servants.

And when I stepped inside, I felt how empty it was.

And there was something wrong with him.

He looked disheveled. Fraught with worry.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. Eying him in his uncharacteristically mussed state.

He lifted his chin. His chest swelling. “What have you come to tell me, Spitfire?”

He’s prepared to fight. Or he wouldn’t be calling me that.

“I’m going to ruin you.” I said coldly.

“Then you’ve already decided to refuse me?” He seemed to visibly deflate.

I held my silence a long time.

Surprised that he seemed so genuinely broken.

“No. I’ve decided to marry you.”

He blinked rapidly. Tilting his head in interest. “For revenge?”

“No.”

“Then why would you destroy me?”