Gale did not sit down.
"He told me," he said sharply, pointing toward Silas without looking at him, "that this young man was completely plain, he wore cheap clothes, and he had no presence! He was a weakling!"
Silas visibly shrank where he stood.
"Other than good looks, a decent build, and acceptable posture," Gale continued with open sarcasm, "there was nothing remarkable about him!"
He leaned forward slightly.
"Don't tell me you fell for some pretty boy? I thought I taught you better, daughter of mine!" He spat the words out so viciously it made the servants flinch.
Mira chuckled softly. She glanced at Silas, who was trying very hard to study the tablecloth.
"That is quite a fitting description," she admitted calmly.
Then she turned toward her mother.
"His name is Elion, Mother," she said with a gentle smile. "I'm sure you'll like my husband."
Gale looked like he might explode.
Across the table, her mother covered her mouth lightly as a quiet giggle escaped her.
