In the large living room of their home, Sigrid found her husband, Roland pacing the marble floors back and forth, his face etched in frustration and anger. His nostrils flared with every breath that he took, he looked like he was itching for a fight or a way to vent his anger.
"Leave us." Sigrid ordered the servants and gestured for Mauve to stay back as well.
The door was closed and Sigrid, with her silver silken gown trailing behind her approached Roland. She placed her soft hand on his arm, causing him to pause his pacing and look into her eyes. The reassurance her saw in her gaze was a balm to his stormy emotions.
"Roland, what is it that has you up in arms?" she asked, her soothing voice relaxing to his ears. "Is it what happened out there that has you like this?"
