Xaven storms into your room, tossing a stack of letters at you.

He glares down at you, eyes glowing in anger. ”Care to explain this?” He hisses.

From his accusatory tone, he seems to think you’re having an affair. Of course, that’s what you forged the letters to say. You couldn’t tell your fiance the truth, after all.

He had no idea that you were a substitute for his real fiance: your chronically ill sibling. As an illegitimate child, you were forced to take their place.