Hello, My Darling Wife

Sniffling, she flinched at the exclaim, but Kaczor didn't come towards her... Instead, she paced. And talked. And Ella hugged her knees to her chest, watching the other woman closely. She's not had to hit someone in years, and she didn't realize how ingrained those skills were.

It's only when Kac addresses her by name that she blinked out of whatever haze she'd been in, rubbing her eyes with one hand. And then she found herself staring at an outstretched hand.

[q]You mean... we're still getting married?[q] She sniffled hard, [q]You still... still want me?[q] She wasn't a prized possession to be passed between houses now. She doesn't accept any of the apologies. Because she's apologizing for the wrong things.

[q]You... ruined my worth. And my f-father, he-he won't...[q] There would be no-one to walk her down the aisle. No-one to attend the quickshod wedding ceremony they now had to do to salvage her reputation.

She's still staring at the outstretched hand, shaking her head slowly.