"Did you have an argument with Gredor or something?"
Neonidas asked this question while lying on Velriona's soft legs. The intensity of their night together was evidenced by the marks on Velriona's chest and legs. The rain falling outside the warm room seemed like an ornament, making this special night even more beautiful.
Velriona was stroking Neonidas' head, almost as if she were his mother. She had slowly begun to stop feeling guilty about what she was doing. She no longer wanted to suffer because of a man who did not love her and instead valued other women. Moreover, how could she feel anything but hatred for the man responsible for the death of her most precious daughter?
"Yes, we fought. Lately, he's been paying more attention to Avelina than his own daughter."
Neonidas chuckled softly, as if he found the anger in Velriona's words amusing. "So Gredor has finally come to his senses," he said mockingly. "Being with Avelina is a logical choice."