“I made you work for it because you were acting spoilt and wanting everything handed to you on a silver spoon.” She sighed again, refusing to look at her now.
Hearing the door swing open, she stood up and shuffled out of his wardrobe with his tear stained cloak still in her hands and makeup running down her face.
Rushing to him, she discarded the cloak and threw her arms around his neck as she started sobbing again. “They could’ve killed you…”
