Percival's POV
What words could I possibly offer? Forgive me that you witnessed your parents attempting murder before lunch?
"I prefer not to know." Julian raised his palm, his voice void of emotion. "I simply wanted to inform you of my return and deliver these gifts from Genevieve."
My gaze shifted to my wife. She remained positioned beside the table, her hands gradually descending. Though her magic had retreated from the space, her eyes continued blazing with that fury. That insistence for explanations I was unable to provide.
"Please forgive me, my beloved."
I acted swiftly. The incantation escaped my mouth before she could react or shield herself. Her eyes widened briefly before they rolled backward. Her legs gave way.
Magic caught her before she struck the ground, lifting her carefully as I guided her back to her seat. My hands trembled as I extended them toward her face, my thumb following the curve of her jawline.
"Everything will be alright."
