"You defy me," he said as he spun around to face her,
"and you do it at every opportunity. You have caused me
great pain, and I will have no more of it. You lead my men
astray and cause them to be weak. I cannot be lord with you
undermining my authority within these walls!"
Gemma steadied her voice, her only option clear, "I shall
leave then. I will go to my uncle in Wales. We shall remain
married. There is nothing that can change that, so your hold
on this land is secure. 'Tis all you care for. I once loved
it here, but living with a man who does not know how to
trust me is too much to bear."
"You are my wife, like it or hate it, and you will do as
you are told! You will stay out of my way, and you will not
step foot outside of the keep until I say so." His entire
body was tense, his voice harsh.
"Nay," she said while lifting her chin, "I shall leave.
What you do not know, Nicholas de Reymes, is that I love
you."
He froze as she spoke but did not say anything.
"And because of that love" she continued, tears falling
in earnest, "I can no longer abide this life. For the second
time, loving you has been a mistake. My feelings betray me,
and they anger you. I will be gone before I cause you more
pain. I will take Isabel with me, and my father can come
when he is up to travel. All I ask is you treat him well in
my absence."
"You will do no such thing!" he said. "It makes no sense,
and I will not have you telling me what you are going to do.
You are my wife, and you will do as I say. I will keep you
safe, and I cannot do that if you are not here."
"'Tis not up to you," she said, her voice low, "and you
will not stop me. I love you, but I must be stronger than
love. I realize now you feel I am the cause of all pain
here. 'Tis only right I lift the burden and leave so all who
reside here are safe." She abruptly left the room, unable to
face him for a moment longer.