The Truth of the Amethyst

"Besides, where was I supposed to sleep? Outside in the blizzard?" Ralph pointed out bitterly. "Orion, I might not be a titled lord, but I thought you'd at least care for me enough to make sure I had a roof over my head."

"That roof contains my wife!"

"You don't even care about her!" Ralph snapped back without hesitation. "With all due respect, old friend, you have tried to kill her on multiple occasions ever since our return from war. If we hadn't shared a room last night, either of us would've frozen to death outside― or worse, both. Unless that's what you hoped for?"

"That is not what I meant," Orion growled out through gritted teeth. He took a step forward, coming face to face, eye to eye with Ralph. Neither of the men backed down, not until Soleia herself came between them to push them apart.

"That's enough!" she yelled.