"You cannot be serious!"
Adela's silence further fuelled Arkin's ire. His angry objection came out in shaky whispers as they stood by the ponds in their hiding place. It killed him to see her like this, she seemed every bit like the sacrificial lamb to him and he could read her thoughts in her eyes, she was simply driven into a corner.
With a contorted face and an armored fist, a riled Arkin hit the nearest tree log.
She was certain that he would react this way after hearing her decision. Rightfully so. The lady's social suicide could bring disgrace to the entire Archduchy, but the benefits of accepting Egon's offer were what Adela focused on the most right now.
"...I thought about it all the way back here, you are the only one I can confide in,"
Arkin paced to the pond and back to her with his hands intertwined behind his neck, he paused and gave her a sour look, "It is because I cannot possibly refuse you,"
