"Who is more the fool, the woman that grieves a prince fallen to madness or the man that denies a loving mother?" Fury, then, darkened his expression and roughened his tone, fists clenched tight to the point of trembling. But no. He shall not lash out with his fists a second time.

But words.

"Now you lie- I did not throw you."

He had words enough, and the truth cut itself from him in an uncharacteristically quiet murmur. They cracked across the space between them, thick with a multitude of unspoken emotion.

"You let go."