My Curse, My Duty

My dear husband was about to explode in a wave of furious anger. I had never seen him behave with his heart so enwrapped in pure rage, almost as if the mention of the word host could take him his rational thoughts.

"Stop it," I managed to grab his arm before he could punch that silver haired man again. "This is enough!"

He looked at the man again and he didn't dare to move forward. My hand was still in his arm and I could feel to my joy, how she was containing his power. He didn't want to harm me.

"Stand," I ordered the rest of the men, the soldiers from the Nerum clan. "Why would you believe I will accept you?"

They looked at me astonished, "we swore to protect the chosen one by the clan."

"…" This is getting out of hand. "Let's talk inside the castle."