His Wrath

Her heart stuttered with concern. His eyes were bloodshot and looked drunk. Is he drunk? Her suspicion was quelled when he lifted a glass of ale and drank it in one large swallow, all the while keeping his eyes on her. There was a glint of disappointment in his eyes. His blazing eyes roved over her body and rested where Cyrus was touching her. She turned to Cyrus and his one arm circled around her delicate waist. A wave of violent fury rose inside him as he glared at their point of contact. The bronze glass in his hand twisted with the pressure he was exerting on the poor container.

He watched with suppressed fury as Cyrus twirled her around before drawing her back into his arms. She didn't even wince when he rested his hand on her waist. He didn't know why was he torturing himself like this. But he forced himself to watch their whole dance even though it was burning him. The crowd couldn't stop admiring the pair and that annoyed him even more.

They are looking so beautiful together