"I'll kill her..."

His voice was low, barely above a whisper, hoarse and shaking with emotion.

"That vile woman!"

The words fell from his mouth like a curse, dripping with venom. His eyes, once filled with warmth and idealism, now gleamed with something far more dangerous.

Since Edelgard had revealed herself as the Flame Emperor, something inside Dimitri had cracked. He no longer smiled. No longer slept. Every waking moment was consumed by a single thought: revenge. The careful, composed prince of Faerghus was gone, replaced by someone else entirely. Someone who muttered to ghosts. Someone who had seen too much to ever be the same again.