Kassandra's POV
I wasn't expecting him to ask Enrique to speak with Lady Tamara and send someone who could take her home. Arida looked back, and a servant came.
"The duke and duchess were tired. Escort them to one of our guest rooms," Arida instructed.
I was about to disagree because I can still entertain the other guest when my husband looks at me.
His eyes were telling me that I should go with him. I gulp. His gaze was murderous and predatory. I wonder why he's mad again.
What did I do? We followed the maid inside, and he's still holding me tight. We went upstairs, and we're heading to the west side of the mansion.
She stops in the fifth room from the hallway. "You can use this room, your majesty, general," she says. We both smile. "Thank you."
"I'll excuse myself then," she says. She bows her head and leaves. My husband opens the room and drags me inside.
