Elaria’s POV
He won’t eat anything I made?
He’s giving Rosa the reins?
To think I killed my sleep and things I could have gotten done because of this man. To think I boiled herbs with shaking hands and made him porridge because I had been worried sick for him and the way he punished himself without forgiveness. I wanted to soothe his pain.
Because I thought he would have wanted something warm and homey, and now. . .now, he believes I didn’t show up when Rosa “called” me?
No. I’m beyond angry.
I’m livid, I’m insulted, and it's safe to say I’m done.
I slammed the guest room door hours ago and haven’t stepped out since. Let them all think what they want. Let Rosa serve him meals on a silver tray and bathe his wounds with doe eyes. Let him pretend she was the only one who cared.
But I
