He knew deep down, even if Alaric and the witch had accepted each other, they would have to face criticism and hatred from the two races… in other words, there would be no place for them.
"There's nothing to figure out, Theo. She's a witch. The same kind of creatures that wiped out our entire family. And she hates me at first sight. You think the universe is just messing with me?"
Theo sighed, unsure what to say.
Alaric looked down at his hands, flexing his fingers slowly. "It wasn't supposed to be her."
Theo didn't argue.
They stood there in silence for a while, the sounds of the distant festival slowly creeping back into their ears. The music felt too happy, and too wrong compared to the weight in Alaric's chest.
Then Theo mumbled, "Maybe the goddess has a reason for this… look at my father and Ember."
Alaric turned to him, and gave him a "really?" look.
Theo quickly corrected. "I know their situation is very messy right now…"
