Revenge (5)
"Ah!" Aed Ruad gasped as he scrambled back slowly, his blood forming a trail behind him. His clothes were wet with blood. There was blood trickling out of his nose and it drained back into his throat. His eyes were wide at the question she threw at him, with the fury and shock at seeing her transformation.
He had left no stone unturned to break her mentally and physically. She was the heir of the faes, her bloodline was pure, that of ancestors. And he knew that he would have to do a lot to break her. "You have been madder than me, Anastasia!" he barked. "You don't know what you are doing. Come out of it! It is this wizard who is controlling you. Can't you see?"