"You need to be strong, avenge Brigantiea, and win. But until then, you need to live."
Lucien knew what he was saying sounded absurd, even to his own ears. Brigantiea was his woman, and he was the future father of her child.
His words seemed like he was taking Avalerry's side, the one who was trying to kill his lover.
However, it wasn't that simple. His words were true but cruel at the same time. He knew for sure she wouldn't win the battle, not in a thousand years, not even until the day she died of old age or famine.
Telling her to avenge Brigantiea and win meant she would need to live the rest of her life even it was painful to breath.
He didn't mean it in a bad way; it was just something he would do rather than succumb to despair.
Avalerry, who seemed to understand the meaning behind his words, furrowed her brows and laughed, a bitter sound that echoed through the room.