He shrugged.
"He touched you."
"So you severed his hand?"
"What?" She couldn't see his face but by now, she had come to know that he would be wearing a light frown beneath that mask. "You were not expecting that I would just allow him to go scot-free after what he did to you, were you?"
"You could have just locked him up in one of your many dungeons to teach him a lesson that takes an important body part from him forever."
"His presence was tiring." He ran his fingers through his brown hair that was so dark, sometimes it got mistaken for black, his nails clicking against his crown as he did that. "I wanted to get rid of him as soon as I could."
"You can't just go severing people's hands like that, Eli."
"Why not? He attacked you. He attacked my Bride, his future Queen."
She bit her lips.
"You've made him handicapped."
