Rufus' POV:
Visibly frightened, Adela stepped back and fell to her knees. Tears were streaming down her face as she said between sobs, "Your Majesty, did I do something wrong? Are you displeased with me?"
I didn't understand what was wrong with me. I was simply annoyed by Adela's presence, especially when she was acting all timid and shy. And those blasted tears disgusted me.
I knew that it wasn't right to feel this way. Adela saved my life and she was my mate. Since I had decided to marry her, I should make an effort to get along with her.
But the emotions swirling inside my chest were out of my control. I took a deep, calming breath. I reached out to try and help her up, but just as I was about to touch her, I instinctively pulled back.
My hands balled into fists. I didn't know what the hell was wrong with me.
Devoid of my comfort, Adela's sobs grew louder. Her shoulders were shaking violently, and she looked utterly pitiful.
"Get up."
I squeezed the words through gritted teeth, not knowing what else to say. In my mind, I knew that I had to apologize, but my mouth refused to do it.
Adela wiped her tears with the back of her hands and gingerly stood up. She shuffled away from the bed.
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