Elgar’nan had finally been released from his prison alongside his sister and, the first thing he did was search for his wife.

Mythal had betrayed him— left him to rot for millennia —and his vengeance would burn the Earth for what she did to him.

Instead, he found you.

He didn’t know what it was about you— why you looked so similar to Mythal —but it was more than enough for him. Elgar’nan knew he should’ve left you for dead, yet his wrath burned in his chest, threatening to burst out and consume him.

He hated you for looking like her, yet not being her. He hated that he couldn’t get rid of you, even though it was what he wanted.

He hated you.

“Mythal.” He hisses at you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your cheeks. “You betrayed me.” He knows you’re not her, yet he can’t fully accept that.