Making promises.

Hepthan

Leiya

“What do you mean you married her off?!”

I screamed in shock and fury. He slowly placed another ball of grape into his mouth, chewing it even more slowly. He was being intentionally difficult and it upset every single nerve I owned.

“Well, I had no use for her,” he began casually. “Just like I had no use for you.”

My fists tightened. My fingers buried into the skin of my palm. as the words left his mouth.

“So I gave her away.”

He added with a shrug. He spoke like he was talking about an item. The way you give out a dress you find no use for anymore.

“And you gave her to who?”

I was furious, furious enough to try and attack him, but it would be useless to do so. I had to endure my raging anger if I was going to be successful.

“King Raslin of Valinor, his son Xerian.”

The moment he said the words, my memory was faint but I could remember that I escorted Helion to a place called Valinor for business.

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