Cahir sat uncomfortably as laughter and alcohol flowed around him... Metaphorically, of course.
His General, Hilda was already getting on with the celebration around them and seemed to be enjoying herself. Well, that made one of them.
Good for her!
Cahir however could not bring himself to concentrate for most of the trip. It started with nagging doubts as to whether he took the right choice to leave his kingdom and come here all in a bid to give his mate some space.
Maybe he should just have swallowed his pride and apologize to her. Even though he didn't know what he should be apologizing for.
He really didn't. He couldn't figure out what he had done wrong so far to make her so terrified of him in only a day.
A picture of her distressed look that night flashed through his mind,
