Marriage was a dawning sign of all that would fall. Yet he had to marry you, his sister.

Father thought it would keep you safe from Aerion, yet all it did was make Daeron a target. Everything he did was made into a laughing spectacle by his brother.

He took it all with a stiff lip, but it still enraged him. He refused to make it your fault thought, he would never fault you for being Aerion’s object of obsession after all. ‘Still though’, he thought, glancing at you, ‘it all sucked.’