( When Emilia does look to him, he reaches for her. His hand drifts over her arm to turn her gently. His fingertip traces over where their shared tattoo spans across her skin, matching his own, signaling their connection even when she could not remember any of this. He sees the moment this memory returns to her too, and he cannot quite hold in his reaction to remembering it. The pain, anger, grief shifts across his expression all at once.
It should have been the night they walked away from together. It should have been the night she became his queen, but instead she was taken from him and he destroyed everything in his path because of it. He nearly killed several of his own brothers, killed many of their Houses.
He should have known. He should have remembered the curse given to him so long ago - Sursea who promised to take whatever he loved, but he was so blinded by his namesake sin, so overcome with it.
It was Sursea who deserved all of his violence, and he will seek retribution at the next opportunity. )
We did. And then you were... gone. ( The word is difficult to say. ) My memory was eventually taken too until you summoned me, and even then, it had been twisted.
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It should have been the night they walked away from together. It should have been the night she became his queen, but instead she was taken from him and he destroyed everything in his path because of it. He nearly killed several of his own brothers, killed many of their Houses.
He should have known. He should have remembered the curse given to him so long ago - Sursea who promised to take whatever he loved, but he was so blinded by his namesake sin, so overcome with it.
It was Sursea who deserved all of his violence, and he will seek retribution at the next opportunity. )
We did. And then you were... gone. ( The word is difficult to say. ) My memory was eventually taken too until you summoned me, and even then, it had been twisted.
( Wrong. )