"Are you going to tell me, or will I have to cut you limb for limb to force you to talk?" Rohan shook her violently, blood from her face dripping onto his hand that was still gripping her neck. He had no idea what condition his wife was in or where she was, whether Cordelia had taken her life or hidden her somewhere, but the thought of the former made rage curl through his chest, a violent heat that made him want to squeeze her neck until it snapped, throw her into the fire, and watch her burn. But doing that wouldn't bring Belle back, nor would it tell him where she was.
"I... I don't know where your stupid wife is!" Cordelia gritted out, hatred curling inside her stomach, not just for the human, but for Rohan himself. Couldn't he see why she had done this? She had done it for him, to make him king, a position she knew he wanted. She had known him before and how he liked to rule and command, he wanted the throne just as she wanted it!
