Lady Fiona kept her eyes fixed on Zander as time seemed to stop as the two of them stared each other down.
She was fully aware of Zander facing her, his body was so close that she felt the heat from his body.
It made her even more cognizant of the fact that he was much larger than her in size.
He frowned at her but made no action to make the first move.
She thought about how much of a man's world this was, she felt the immense pressure of the loss of pride and dignity at having no say in decisions that affected her life.
It would be easy for a man of his girth to cow her down, stick himself into her, cause her pain and sorrow and reduce her to nothing more than a bed wench and it angered her.
The way he and his comrade discussed her as if she was mute and her thoughts inconsequential triggered her.
A deep rage burned in her chest but still she looked at him and said nothing.
