He felt her sob in his arms, all the while noting the way she kept herself very stiff.
She hadn't still forgiven him.
Would she ever forgive him?
"You should go. I shouldn't bother you with such things, Your Grace."
His hand around her shoulder tightened.
"I have apologised, Claire. What else would you have me do? Roll on the ground?"
"Nothing. I would rather be alone."
"If it is your father's house you want, I would have it renovated for you."
He heard her breathing still.
"I thought it would be suspicious."
"Nothing is more serious than being in the same room and knowing that I have no right to… to touch you."
At his words, she shrugged out of his embrace.
"You never had a right to touch me in the first place! But I let you. Are you really so blind?"
He sat up, annoyed that she had moved away from him.
"Blind? Blind to what?"
He heard shuffling movement, like she was tugging aggressively on the covers.
