He stared at her retreating back until she disappeared behind the large doors of the entrance.
Only then did he let all the frustration that was rolling though him take heed.
He punched his hand into the pillar beside him so hard that the skin of his knuckles peeled and bled.
The pillar shook slightly and the ground beneath him trembled slightly, but other than that, everything seemed silent and unresponsive.
He clenched his fist and stormed in the opposite direction.
Even his men seemed surprised to see him in a foul mood.
Why was she the only one capable of provoking them beyond measure?
If such a suspicion was looming above them both, he knew she would have packed her bags as quick as she could and skirted as far away from him as she could.
But part of him was glad that her plan of escape was clipped on the nub. She wasn't going anywhere until he said so.
He just hoped she was with child…
