Draven nodded solemnly. "Yes. You were married. The records survive, along with letters preserved in the library. You wed a prince of high standing, though much of the information is incomplete. What we do know is… troubling."
Lara leaned forward, her hands gripping the edge of the table. "Troubling?"
"The prince," Draven continued, his voice low, "became obsessed with dark magic. It consumed him, twisted him. In the end, it was you who banished him, to the demon realm, to prevent further corruption."
Lara's heart skipped a beat. Her mind spun as the realization struck her with a cold, dreadful clarity. The sorcerer, the enemy she had feared in the present, was… was her husband centuries ago.
She went quiet, suddenly. The food had no taste anymore, but she forced herself to keep eating, trying to stay calm.
She now understood everything the sorcerer had told her the night she was kidnapped. She had loved him enough to marry him and have children with him.
