"Danica, just fuck off! Just fuck all the way off!" He suddenly shouted, turning to her, distraught clear in his face. But this time, he was not so much angry as he was upset.
"What do you want from me!? Can you not just give me a moment of peace without you grilling me over something?" He paced forward to her. "Ever since marrying you, you have been on my arse about something or another. You have to act like you know so much better than me just because you're an Iver - well guess what, Dani, you fucking don't! And wanna know why!? Because I am living the most depressing, painful, tormented life there is, right under your cousin, and then I have a wife like you that likes to look your nose down at me."
"You married me for power. I know that, you know that, everyone here knows that. You saw that I was favoured by the family member taking power, and you thought you'd grab yourself a slice of the glory quick before anyone else got there first. You made me start actually feeling something for you, and then decide to spit on my name in the middle of a party, slap me in front of highly esteemed guests, berate me for being concerned over the rumours surrounding you, and then you expect me to welcome you back into my mind with open arms!?"
He turned away, running his hands through his hair.
"Every day is the fucking same! Get up, come here, allow my mind to seep into darkness to the point where I don't recognise myself, try to offer marriage advice to your cousin whilst simultaneously worrying because he managed to to leave himself wide open with no competent security on one of the most exclusive nights out there whilst he has a damned pregnant wife! Not only that but I'm over here trying to figure out who the fuck is the father of Viola's baby, trying to get Hera some damn reputation, wipe away any bad marks against my name, improve my own skills, come to terms with the fact that I'm still having nightmares, and now I have to try and come to terms that my wife thinks nothing of kissing another person in public without any thought for how I feel!"
He leaned heavy on the bench again, his breathing laboured, eyes closed.
"Ever since I was seventeen, I have seen the people I love die in the past, present, and future. People come to me and ask what will happen to them like I'm some mother prophetess, ready to bestow them with the riches of knowledge. I have had to learn Occlumency just to ensure that your deranged family doesn't try to sneak in and steal Nathan's secrets. I killed my wife because she slept with the man I hate most. I came home to my fiance and unborn child dead. And I have committed some of the most heinous of crimes."
He sniffed, remaining turned away as not to show her the tears that were streaming down his face after so much built up emotion.
"And you stand there with your pretty little dress and smug little face trying to tell me what to do, despite that fact that the majority of what I do right now is to ensure that our family is respected, notable, and has a Merlin-damned fighting chance. The fact that I spend my hard earned money back in the company owned by a man I despise simply because I know they will protect you the best. The fact that I have learned abilities and skills I should not need to know simply because I'm aware that one day, I will be the only one around to protect you and I am going to give myself the best chance I have in doing so...and you look at me like I am scum. Like you are worth more than I because of a stupid name."
He stood up straight, finally deciding that he no longer cared if she saw him this upset, and he turned.
"Is that enough reason to ask for a divorce?"