His anger washes over her in waves. Seol shudders at the intensity of fury simmering in his silver eyes, yet at the same time it exhilarates her that she could unsettle him in such a way that he is rendered so vulnerable in her hands. In the pits of his anger Kang Seo is hers, and hers alone.
His fingers clasp over her wrist in an unyielding vice. It is then that he turns to the captain. His jaw clenched.
"I shall use your tent, Jong." He keeps his words snappishly short. Laced with his anger, every word has a cutting edge.
"Yes, of course, lord general!" The captain is all too eager to get the show off the road that he immediately vacates himself from their way, slapping the backs of his two subordinates to drag them along with him. He bows to her in parting, almost as an afterthought. "Princess!"
