The door burst open. Amara pushed Azer away forcefully. She managed to free herself and went to the door where Hansel stood. She passed him by without sparing him a glance.
Hansel cleared his throat after Amara disappeared to the door, he then spoke with a pleading voice, "Your Highness, Lady Dionne—
Azer glared at him without saying anything. He followed Amara and saw her mounting her horse. Her eyes were red and puffy, and he wanted to pull on his hair for being the reason. Amara, without sparing him another glance, bowed at the mage and started to leave.
Azer chased her moving horse while saying, "I'll come to you. I'll just—
"Please, don't," Amara interrupted him. Azer froze. Her voice was so cold that for a moment, he thought it wasn't his Amara. "Don't come anymore."
