Let her go

 Zoltana was drenched in sweat with her breathing heavily. As soon as the heavy pressure disappeared it was like a weight was lifted off from her. She slowly looked at Cedric, whose face was pale and lacking any colour. 

 "What do you mean by letting my wife go?" He snapped at Zoltana causing her to flinch backwards. His face slowly twists in anger. He was mad at the thought, he could not bear it despite him knowing that being apart would be best for them. 

 Although they could not get a divorce, he could send her outside the capital away from him while he still held the support of her family, yet the thought was so unpleasant to him that he dared not think about it.