That morning, Percivus left Jocelynn's cell in defeat. He barked at her before he left. Told her that he would give her time to think things through, and that he prayed that a few days of fasting would help her to remember what 'true nobility' was. He'd postured and blustered, but Jocelynn didn't bother to look at him, and his words rolled off her like water off the back of a duck.
She was done with him. He'd been dismissed. In the end, he could only swallow his defeat and retreat, because as much as he hated to admit it, she was right about some things. There were lines he couldn't cross with a woman like her, no matter how much he wanted to.
