Chapter 58: The storm

Alexios drank his glass in one go.

That was not the smart thing to do when you had dragon whiskey inside. Still, he was burning with the rage Solas had awakened within him.

First, the darn brat had sold him his barren sister, and now this?

"You will pay," his voice was guttural. The years as a Lich had robbed him of his beauty. He was no longer human. He was a monster.

Even he knew that.

"Oh, how you will pay me back!"

Alexios smashed the glass on the edge of the throne. Brought the largest shard to his hand, cutting deeply.

His blood, vile and black, dripped to the ground. Nature rose to oppose him.

He redirected it to Solas.

Without a care in the world, Alexios took another glass.

 It was time he visited his wife.

 The woman was yet to give him a son, but she, unlike that doll he had married ten years ago, had a daughter from a former marriage.

There was yet hope, Alexios thought to himself.