She stared at the candlestick for a long time.
Long after Donncahd had left, long after the room had fallen silent.
It was just a small, brass thing, simple and unadorned. But in her mind, it had become something more. A symbol.
Of her defiance.
Of her anger.
Of the line she'd crossed.
She'd never done anything like that before. Never dared to raise a hand against him, to lash out in such a way.
And yet...
Nothing happened.
Such defiance...it could have caused him to snap. To do her harm. Even if he needed her alive.
And it was over something so stupid.
Aislinn?! Of all things to get her to respond, it was his suggestion he would take another woman to the ball?
How petty was that?
How stupid?
"Ughhh..." She groaned and fell back against her pillows, covering her face with her hands.
How embarrassing.
She didn't even know why she cared who he took to the ball. It wasn't as if she wanted to go. It was better in every way if she didn't!
