She looked confident and composed… as if she hadn't just broken a marriage alliance between their houses, as if she hadn't just ended her betrothal to a King.
Yeren entered the room first and took his seat, offering her the seat across himself.
"You may speak your mind without holding back."
She nodded, folding her hands on the table. Despite her sturdy composure, he could see cracks - in the way she blinked too often, the way her chest rose quicker than normal with each breath, the paleness of her skin and her whitened knuckles.
"Thank you, I intend to hold nothing back." She drew in a deep breath.
"You can despite me and slander my name as you see fit, but no harm, of any form whatsoever, should come to Andon." Averting her gaze, she continued, "I added something to his drink at dinner… which made him forget himself completely by the time you had retired to your room."
Yeren folded his arms and listened, holding back his own thoughts until she had finished speaking.
