The woman hadn't been gone for a single minute before Valencia was turning on her heel and storming for their bedroom. Nothing of his was to remain here after this. Don Juan would have no excuses to come back, no excuses to renew his assault on her life - on her heart.
His words came from behind her as his clothes began magically soaring about the room into his trunk in the corner. Valencia barely turned to him before she began muttering a slew of curses in Spanish too fast for him to follow. No one would have her now. Don Juan had ruined her, had turned her into a sinner, and she felt as though she ought to kill him for it. After all, what was another sin when he had already damned her soul?
The clothes were still flying about when she finally faced him fully. "What you want is no longer a concern of mine." Valencia hissed. "She is your wife. Her. You will go to her and you will not come back."
His words came from behind her as his clothes began magically soaring about the room into his trunk in the corner. Valencia barely turned to him before she began muttering a slew of curses in Spanish too fast for him to follow. No one would have her now. Don Juan had ruined her, had turned her into a sinner, and she felt as though she ought to kill him for it. After all, what was another sin when he had already damned her soul?
The clothes were still flying about when she finally faced him fully. "What you want is no longer a concern of mine." Valencia hissed. "She is your wife. Her. You will go to her and you will not come back."