The only thing that stopped Ilsandra from being struck in the face was that she was a woman who had not attacked him physically. Had she been a man, however - he'd have knocked the absolute shit out of her.
"In your petty attempt to get under my skin - you just insulted, and hurt my wife. I gifted it to her because no woman in our century has owned a Grimoire before. I didn't wish to give away my responsibilities - I wished to enhance hers." The prince started darkly and walked very slowly towards the red head who had sat still in her chair as he approached with one short step at a time.
"You can be a bitch to me all day long. I don't care how you see me. I don't care if you don't respect me - what I care about is how happy the woman you just insulted is. By insulting me, you've also insulted her abilities. Go apologize, or get the fuck out of my house." He finished as his body trembled with anger.
