Chapter 42: Heart of Rage
Rage filled Marion’s chest, beating in their ribcage, stronger than wine and louder than their heart. A war drum, monument to all of the knight’s fury. It was better than fear, better than dread. Agis’ head would be severed from his shoulders and mounted on a pike. There had been no war that the elf had seen, no man fool enough to try, but something in their soul begged them to win.
This was a war, or at least the start of one. To cut the head off or carve out the heart was an open declaration. Eris had spoken so briefly of a notion that it had escaped them until that moment. An offer to cut off his raven locks that hung beside his rump when he wore it down and present them to Agis. A fury burned in Marion’s chest and their eyes closed. They inhaled, breath filling their lungs as the rain soaked through their plates.