#simplymilady

❝That, indeed --- and my new love.❞

#how dare

He leaned against the edge of the doorframe, fingers hooking through his sword belt as he watched his former wife in silence for a moment. She couldn’t exactly get mad at him now could she? Letting out a slow breath Athos finally stepped into the small room, his frame filling the doorway as he still, momentarily, opted for silence.

There were days that Athos still felt like the young man he’d once been when he saw Anne every day, and there were still days were Athos felt like he had of late. He did not hate her. It seemed almost impossible to hate her. She’d only done what she thought was necessary. Part of him hadn’t believed that she’d killed Thomas. The other part raged against his former bride.

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