"Tell me, wife. Why did you lie to me? Why did you choose him over me?" Gale asked. "Did I not show my love enough? Did I not spoil you enough? Did I not give you enough comfort in life?!"
"I never chose him over you," Swan replied. She was weak, frail, and spoke in a low voice, but her answer was firm as she truly believed what she stated just now. "I never chose him over you. You are my husband, Gale."
"Then, what is this?" Gale said as he took out the letter and gray mammoth tusk from his pocket. "If you didn't choose him over me, then why does this letter exist?"
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"He is my knight and my friend…"
"A friend? Hah!" Gale couldn't help but chuckle as it sounded so ridiculous. "And what makes him so special that you choose your traitorous friend over me!?"
"Gale… I never chose him over you…" Swan repeated. "I just want to talk with my friend, but he is a fugitive, and this is the only way."