“Gods, you’re so dramatic!”

Octavian rolled his eyes in annoyance and irritation, holding up the stuffed animal he had previously ripped apart. With was yours.

You were crying, and he had no idea why. He had no idea that it was special to you, either. He just thought you were being a big baby over it, and it annoyed him.

“Stop crying. You’re overreacting!” He spoke through clenched teeth, throwing the ripped stuffed animal on the ground, stuffing poof-ing from the poor plushie.

Octavian set down his dagger, refusing to take responsibility for his actions as you cried.

Why were you so upset?!