Olivia’s POV
“You didn’t know a damn thing about Olivia!” I am screaming now, something I’m not necessarily proud of but I can’t hold it in any longer. “You will not sit here and tell me that you knew a damn thing about your wife of five years!”
“I knew her well, Queen Luna.”
“What was her favorite color, then? Or, what was her favorite food? Hell, Herold. What was Olivia Opal’s favorite f*****g place in the world? You didn’t know her and you never cared to! You don’t get to play grieving husband now! It’s all a f*****g lie!”
Herold opens his mouth, as though he could have anything in rebuttal to say to me now. It’s useless, though. He can’t say anything to change my mind. He ends up shutting his mouth, a glint of pain in his eyes as he must realize that he has no idea what the answers
