Orsino knew her stories. Once, years before, Meredith had told him about her sister, and how she had become an abomination, slaying more than seventy people before she was stopped.
He respected Meredith, he held her in esteem, but he could not help but hate her.
She loathed everything he was. How could he make her see that he was just a man, like any other. A man who could make choices. Were choices not the Maker's gift and curse to his creation?
He might have loved her for her strength, once upon a time.
But that was long before the hole opened in her soul and she filled it only with rage.