I stormed into my room, slamming the door behind me. The sound of the lock clicking into place was a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside. I paced back and forth, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I replayed the conversation in my head.
"How could he say that?" I muttered to myself, my anger simmering just below the surface. "Who does he think he is?" With each step, my anger seemed to grow, fueling my movements. My strides became longer, more purposeful, as if I was trying to outrun my emotions.
As I paced, my mind whirled with thoughts of what I should have said, what I wanted to say, and what I would say the next time I saw him. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on me as my frustration mounted. I felt trapped, like I was walking on a treadmill, getting nowhere fast.
My footsteps slowed, and I stopped in front of the mirror. For a moment, I stared at my reflection, the anger and hurt plain on my face. Then, with a burst of energy, I spun around and continued pacing, my anger and indignation propelling me forward.
In this state, time lost all meaning. I was lost in a cycle of anger, hurt, and resentment. The pacing became a physical manifestation of my inner turmoil, a way to expand the pent-up emotions that threatened to overwhelm me.
"He's not even attractive," I scoffed
I heard a knock at the door
"I'm sorry for what my brother and I did earlier, I was jus..." She stopped after seeing the state I was in," Marriage problems?" She sighed "So what did the King do?"
"I don't understand why he's so cold towards me, he was gone for a couple of days after our marriage and now that he has returned instead of asking me how am doing, he just doesn't care. He suggested I get myself a concubine to keep myself busy" Saying that just made me angrier.
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea. " Damaris chuckled
Was she on his side now?
"You know Christopher was not always like this. He was in love once with a girl named Angelina."