"So it was you..."
The words left Austaire's lips like venom. Her voice was low, trembling with the kind of rage that simmers for years before finally boiling over.
The fading sunlight caught the sharp edges of her golden hair, now tousled and streaked with dust from battle.
Her eyes, those same golden eyes Auren knew were connected by blood, were molten with hatred. Her fingers clenched around her sword hilt until the leather groaned before letting herself loose,
"You are the reason for all this!!"
Auren stood still, his masked face giving away nothing. The faint wind stirred between them, dragging with it the distant sound of clashing steel and muffled war cries.
"I'm sorry?"
His tone was even, though the air around them carried the weight of something unspoken.
"You," she hissed, her gaze locked on him like a predator's. "You are the one who caused our misery. The destruction of my life. The one who caused the death of thousands of people and children..."
Silence.
