(Aramis)
Aramis fled from the dinner table back to the stairs she had found earlier in the day, but instead of stopping at the first floor, she went all the way up, finding herself on the rooftop.
Once there, she slammed the door shut and, not caring whether anyone could hear her, screamed at the top of her lungs.
“HOW DARE SHE! THAT BINT! ARRRRGH!!!!”
She raved, kicking the floor before grabbing fistfuls of snow and throwing them away in anger. As she did, the wind surrounding her picked up, transforming the rather inane snow into a veritable snowstorm.
“HOW DARE SHE FLIRT WITH MY MAN!”
The snow in her hands condensed into balls of darkened snow that she threw up and away into the air.
“HE’S MINE! MINE! YOU STUPID BINT! HE SHOULD BE LOOKING AT ME, NOT YOU!”
In her mind, she saw the smile the two shared as Gwyn delicately fed Priscilla. The warmth in their eyes angered her, and the easiness and fondness behind them enraged her beyond what she ever thought possible.