The King's Offense

Conor's eyes had narrowed when Rache spoke. His hand was still wrapped around that heavy, expensive chalice. And he held her in the cold, hard grip of his steely stare.

"Not long enough? Is the implication here that my son cannot please a woman?"

Rache blinked at Conor's sudden and somewhat bizarre reaction.

Then she looked over towards Donncahd to see how he was handling the situation. She got a pretty good sense of his reaction just from how his fingers had curled and his spine stiffened in a sharp movement.

Donncahd was enraged. She could feel the heat of it radiate off him.

Though she would guess at that moment that most people would've thought Donncahd was still as a statue and unaffected. But that wasn't how it actually felt.

It wasn't like his body had stopped moving, he'd become cold, or he'd just become unmoving.

It was more that his movements were far too jerking. Far too sudden.