"What is this, are you going soft on me?" Frey asked, feigning amusement in his voice. All he wanted to do is make her feel better. He couldn't see her go back to the darkness she was raised into.
Mircea chuckled dryly, "Don't." She said, "I am going to go back." She collected the gown that was lying scrambled on the ground next to the bed and pushed it down her body.
Frey watched her as she ran out of his chamber as if her arse was on fire. Sighing, he cleaned himself and got comfortable in his bed. He knew she was going to over-think herself into believing something very bizarre, however if he didn't give her time alone then the whole situation might turn bizarre.
They didn't even get the chance to talk about politics.
Mircea paced around in her room, the urge to run through the woods was overwhelming, she even had a lantern lying in a corner of her chambers. She simply wanted to jump in the lake so she could cool her head down.
