Wheeling Gull Isle xx. and if it should pass that your heart aches for mine

As the situation unfolded in front of him, he felt himself bristle, Rhæ's words implying that the other man had wanted what had always been and would always be his. It was something he could possibly learn to deal with, for the sake of keeping the peace, provided he dropped this shit and stopped upsetting her. Maybe. His glare deepend as he imagined Rhælla flirting with and smiling at another the way she smiled at him. He tried, without much luck, to push aside his jealousy for now. But, Daegon was finding it hard to think straight through his sudden, burning anger as his mind was flooded with thoughts of someone unworthy touching her and treating her like a thing instead of a queen. Piece of garbage.

His anger became white hot rage when Rosencrantz had the audacity to insult her. Daegon took a step forward, getting in his face as a snarl pierced the air between them. You will not speak to her that way. The words were low and ominous as he fought to control his temper. Apologize, he growled. His hackles raised, and he was practically vibrating with anger, his muscles tense as he fought the urge to rip his throat out and end his insignificant life. He wasn't fit to be in her presence, let alone rule alongside her.