Why was I so foolish as to wonder what had been occupying Aallan while I've been ill?
Several pages of my journal parchment lay crumpled beside me. Full of words, furious, confused, and wounded.
I am thankful Conrob was not here when I received Aallan's latest letter.
I cannot reply in writing. I don't know if I should reply at all. My body has healed, but now my heart has been torn asunder.
That woman. That woman. That silver-tongued spider. Taking him home like a venomous cobra, ready to strike. She doesn't love him, nor does he love her. What does that matter to such people? Thinking only of the thrill of seduction and the conquering of another person with no thought given to the care of their soul.
The day had started out so lovely...
