His eyes flashed with an anger that was new to him over the past five years. Before he had been sweet almost to a fault. His head had always been in the clouds and he'd always been quick to see the good in almost every situation. But after losing her, after being forced to become, fully, the dutiful son, he had begun nurturing a growing seed of resentment and grief.
"My family is wrong. They had no right to do what they did to you and what they did to me. I don't give a damn what they think anymore and if they don't like it they can give my inheritance to my brother." Which he knew they'd never do. Hakene was young and foolish and never had the mind for business. Vihaan and Arav were too busy frequenting the priestesses in the name of religious enlightenment that they rarely had time for anything else. They'd never give the estate to his sisters either - it just wasn't done.
But...
"Ibra..." he moved to sit beside her on the bed, to move himself closer to her while once again pressing his hand against her cheek, "I know thinking you might still want me, want this, could just be me playing the fool again, especially after what I'll about to tell you..."
He took a deep breath but kept his gaze firmly, steadily upon her.
"Saanvi is taking our contract to the Consul. She is claiming I am breaking it in bad faith and seeking to have it enforced. I don't have any proof I didn't accept the betrothal and she has five years of our engagement to back her claim. She could win."