"Do I still… smell like her?"
Arkai's question was blunt, directly cutting through the awkward silence in the solar. He narrowed his eyes at Anton, who had been staring at him for an uncomfortably long time. The old tiger's expression had shifted between shock, grief, and brewing outrage.
The recently-resurrected Tiger King sat across from him. On his face, two words were written very clearly. Familial catastrophe. It folded in on itself in complicated anger and something nearing hysterical disbelief.
"How could you…" Anton began, his voice a gravelly whisper. "Of all the people in this gods-forsaken world… you…"
"...marry my daughter-in-law?!"
The last word ended on a wail as fat tears spilled over and tracked through the pallor of Anton's cheeks.
Arkai narrowed his eyes further. Disgust settling over his features.
