Wrath

As she sat there, plotting her revenge on King, Loralei wondered idly how she had become so angry.

It was his fault, of course. If the cheating lying bastard had never hurt her, she wouldn't be the cynical ice queen that she now was.

But what could she do about the past? He couldn't take back what he'd done. Not that he would, anyway.

Revenge. That was what she needed.

She'd changed so much. The old Loralei would never have thought of ways to hurt someone.

He deserves it, she told herself. He had made her suffer, first.

He would get what he deserved.


And I'm here to remind you
Of the mess you left when you went away
It's not fair to deny me
Of the cross I bear that you gave to me
You, you, you oughta know

-Alanis Morissette, You Oughta Know