seven: the father


When the Warden-mage tells Matthias that his daughter is dead, she spares no words, does not flinch.

In the world suddenly gone dull and grey, in an unjust world where his daughter, his bright, promising, beautiful Amalia no longer breathes, he finds it easier if he can hate someone.

So he hates the mage who let her die.

It is easier than hating himself.