(This is a continuation of Broken.)
Cynsosiel kept reminding herself- this was /his/ fault. In reality, she was the one that had suggested a divorce, out of self-preservation and disgust at her husband's choice to join the guards. But she couldn't handle that, so she told herself otherwise...
Cynsosiel Elael sat in the sewer tavern, drinking cheap ale. She looked even worse than normal- bags under her eyes, constantly tired. The vilitatei was reliant upon one of her former students working an extra job in exchange for her blood, just so she and her daughter would have enough money to...
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