Marissa, her part not yet finished, continued her tirade. "You must give me an explanation today, Derek! An explanation for all of it! Or I swear, I will not be leaving this cursed place! You must provide answers to my questions today."
The Captain, his face now a deep, mottled red of humiliation, had completely lost control of the situation. His real target, the man in the kitchen tunic, was gone. His other target, the Grand Duke, was a collapsed, drunken fool, who was now being publicly, and very loudly, attacked by his own, clearly insane, wife. This raid was a disaster and prince Liam will surely punish him for it.
"Your Grace," he stammerd, trying to regain some small scrap of authority, as he stepped towards Marissa. " Can you please move aside while we continue with our..."
"And you!" she shrieked, spinning on him, her eyes blazing. "Are you a part of this? Are you one of his drunken friends or the one bringing him new girls?"
