"Apologies, my Queen. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said in a shaken voice, but she didn't respond to him, as if she had not heard him.
Drayce felt a sensation he had not felt for a long time—fear. As a powerful man, he was never the kind of person to be scared, whether there be sword fights against a skilled fighter or an attack of an assassin or butting heads with influential figures in political battles. But at this moment, seeing that trembling body not responding to him, his chest was clutched with a paralyzing sense of fear.
Due to today's mistake, did everything go up like smoke? Had he gone too far this time? Did he make her loathe him? Despise him? Would she try to run away from him again?
