"Zorath??" Salora yelled, her voice echoing through the dungeon.
"Surprised?" Zorath muttered with a wide smirk on his face.
"You were supposed to be dead, weren't you? Alongside your lover," Salora said, her voice almost turning into a whisper at the end.
"What? Don't tell me you're still jealous of a dead person, Salora, you know what brought us together, you know I couldn't help or then..."
"No you could, you loved Mirela, you ignored every sign I gave you, to leave her and come to me, we could have been better, but you didn't..."
"So you framed her, and killed her, wasn't that enough to make you feel any better?" Zorath asked, closing the space in between them.
"Better? Did you just say better? That was after she had a child, almost 20 years later, Zorath, before I could kill her, and that was because she let her guard down," Salora yelled, pissed.
