"You need to calm down or you're going to punch a hole through the wall!"

"Let me punch the entire fucking palace," Caelira snapped, pacing the length of her chamber barefoot, silk robes flaring with every turn. "Better that than sit here and rot in silence like some simpering broodmare."

Nyssa sat perched on the edge of the bed, clutching a pillow. "You're shaking. You're sweating. You're going to collapse at this rate…"

"I'm not weak."

"No, you're pissed. And that’s fine. But you ...