Vicious one?
Sure, Aether might not fully understand Xara yet, but calling her a vicious one... wasn't that a bit too harsh for a woman who seemed nothing less than absolute wife material?
Aether frowned slightly, his eyes turning curious as he glanced at Sandra.
Sandra smirked softly, leaning closer with a conspiratorial air. Aqualina scrunched up her face in distaste, dramatically waving her hand as if she were scattering salt to ward off the lust demon's presence.
Ignoring her daughter's playful antics, Sandra spoke in a solemn, measured voice. "She seems completely normal, doesn't she? Sweet, caring, and gentle? But in reality… she's far from it. All that affectionate motherly behaviour you've seen—it's all a carefully practised act."
Aether's frown deepened subtly, his brow knitting in contemplation.
