Unlike the near catastrophic arguments before, there would be no salvaging their relationship this time. Not when she was standing here, her heart splintering by the second, with him and his true wife. She was no better than the woman her father claimed as his mistress a few years ago. Valencia and her sisters had all spat upon their curses against the woman everytime she was in sight. And now - now Valencia deserved all those curses and more.
Sparks would have tinged at her fingertips had she any less control oved her magic, so violent and forceful was her rage. The woman — Ana, his wife — responded in such a quick, heavily accented way that Valencia couldn't make a single word out. It didn't matter though, for the second Ana had ceased talking Valencia's wand was drawn and aimed at the woman. "He will join you at the inn down the road. Leave my home now." She demanded, leaving no room for arguments.
Sparks would have tinged at her fingertips had she any less control oved her magic, so violent and forceful was her rage. The woman — Ana, his wife — responded in such a quick, heavily accented way that Valencia couldn't make a single word out. It didn't matter though, for the second Ana had ceased talking Valencia's wand was drawn and aimed at the woman. "He will join you at the inn down the road. Leave my home now." She demanded, leaving no room for arguments.