“I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me!” I whisper venom over his face pressing my dagger under his chin. I watch as the blood bubbles around the sharp tip contrasting against the darkness of the blade.

His lips shutter as he kneels in front of me. Fury courses through me the longer it takes for him to say something.

I get even closer, pressing my lips ever so slightly to his ear, “Tell me why I shouldn’t slit your throat right now for what you’ve done?” I growl in frustration when yet I’m met with silence kicking him back to the floor.

I unsheathe my sword trading in the dagger.

“I told you to stay at your post and wait! What was so difficult about waiting for my signal!” I yell into his face, my saliva spraying. “You got him killed! This is your fault.”

He doesn’t fight just let’s me take my anger out. His arms stay at his sides as I consider murder.

Tears string at my eyes slipping past my defenses. My blade starts to shake. I can’t even hold it steady anymore. My knees give out and I am on the floor. The clang of metal on the cement barely rings in my ears.

I can feel his arms around me, his voice deep in my ears, “I’m sorry. I was trying to do something more.”

“You still disobeyed me.” I have no strength left and I finally let him go. No longer do I feel arms around me or his breath whisping in my hair. I sink to the floor and let in the despair.

“You should have listened to me,” I mutter between gasps.