[And there it is, the beast within the man. Defensive as the monsters they'd cornered beneath city streets littered with innocent blood, feral enough to lash out at the first breathing creature to walk past. Had he not been thrown to the wolves, had his own brother not spit on Grayson's honor to every last person they both held dear, perhaps there would be hope for a truce between them. But that wasn't the case.
No, what happened instead was the pure, filtered-out result of chosen allegiances. Priorities benefitting Lord Hastings and his disgusting criminal ilk, rather than the woman he dared to call his own beloved sister.] I marvel at the wellspring of restraint you've managed to show.
[Bitter, biting-- he's never known how to mask his emotions well enough to play diplomat. Less so now.]
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No, what happened instead was the pure, filtered-out result of chosen allegiances. Priorities benefitting Lord Hastings and his disgusting criminal ilk, rather than the woman he dared to call his own beloved sister.] I marvel at the wellspring of restraint you've managed to show.
[Bitter, biting-- he's never known how to mask his emotions well enough to play diplomat. Less so now.]