Rowan fumed with anger. He had let his guard down for a minute and had become a mockery in this kingdom. He glared at the princess, who was sitting on the bed, covering her body, trembling with fear.
Lirien raised her tear-filled eyes. "I didn't want to do this... I swear, my mother forced me."
Rowan ignored the girl's sobs as he searched around for his shirt. When he found it, he threw it over his shoulder, looking at his palm, which was covered in blood. He sighed and looked around for something to wrap it with.
Lirien, thinking Rowan was searching for something to kill her with, jumped down from the bed. "You shouldn't be doing this right now. My mother sent some people to the palace to hold Freya. You should be on your way now. I wouldn't have done this; I don't even like men—"
"What?" Rowan's frown deepened.
