“Yessss.” Rengard hissed through clenched teeth. “She’s mine, but she’s smiling at him! But I know that she’s not mine and her smile was just a smile.” Standing very still and stiff helped. That was what he had done as a child when his magic tried to bubble its way out of his body without permission.
“I’m losing my mind. I just want her. I can smell her from here and she’s over two hundred feet away. I can taste her lips still. This isn’t right. This isn’t normal. It must be the Madness.”
“Tell me honestly…” Wroth sighed. “…What happens if you don’t get the girl?” Wroth tried to be supportive. But he’d already had to put down three imperial sons who lost their minds to the Chaos Magic which created them.