"I thought you swore to be forever bound to me!" I hissed at Nuela as we headed to my council chambers, but as usual, the Doisle matriarch remained unfazed by my angry self. With a calm tone she sought to pacify me, much to my annoyance.
"His highness knows that still remains true. A blood oath is not something one can undo simply because they do not feel like being bound to it anymore. Of which I will confess that despite all that, neither I nor my people have such intentions."
"Then why do you insist on conspiring against me?" My feet ground to a halt before pinning the tribe's leader with a glare. 'Conspiring' was perhaps a harsh word, but there was no way to describe Nuela's actions in the past few days that had robbed me of my mate's presence.
"She is your mate and dare I say your
