For some odd reason, he cannot hate her. Despite everything she’s done, he cannot hate her. He may very well just be foolish beyond rescue, either that or bewitched by her childish charisma and good looks, but he knows better. His careful watch over her, almost driven to the point of overprotectiveness, could not have been brought by lust alone or any dark magic spell.
He, with all his being, against his will, loves her. He loves her, and she knows, and he knows she’ll never pass up any opportunity to use his love to her advantage. Fate has dealt him a shit hand, but he does not care. He can’t bring himself to even mind.
He loves her.