My Dark Knight

Chapter 32

"Tristan, tis ridiculous." Sapphire said in exasperation as she finished sewing a button on his tunic.

"Ridiculous!!" Tristan menaced.

"I will tell you what is ridiculous, my dear lady wife." Tristan spat, anger emanating from his every pore.
"Ridiculous is when I find you ten feet under ground, your head bleeding due to a wound, your entire arm unable to move, and damn bruises all over your body!" Tristan seethed. He was livid beyond comparison. He didn't recall being so afraid, or angry in his life.

Sapphire pouted her lips, sulking.
"My arm could move, it was only slightly tender." Sapphire mumbled under her breath, Tristan heard nevertheless.

"Tender?" Tristan growled.
"You flinched when I touched you."

"Tis three days ago, Tristan. My arm is better now, I am better now." Sapphire tried in vain to reason.

"My answer will not change." His expression was determined, he would not let her sway his decision. His jaw clenched as his eyes conveyed their determination.

"Tis not necessary." Sapphire said annoyed, her eyes rolling of their own accord.

"In my humble opinion it is." Tristan retorted. The frustrating woman would not listen!

"My answer is finally. You will either take myself, Alexander, Gerald, or Duncan with you where ever you wish to go. If you want to spend time with those despicable creatures you seem to love so much, you will take one of us with you. I care not if you are leaving our chambers for fresh air, you will take one of us with you. Am I understood?"

Sapphire stared defiantly towards Tristan, her jaw stubbornly set.

"Very clear." Sapphire snorted.

A muscle in Tristan's jaw ticked in annoyance. Asinine woman couldn't see he was doing this for her own benefit, nor did she realize how much he cared for her. If something had happened to her....... His mind not wanting to think of the possibilities. A world without her besides him.... Nay! He would not go down that path. Because of her he was beginning to forgive himself, to discover things about himself he thought ceased to exist. He couldn't loose her now, not ever.

"Tristan, tis was an accident. The ground gave out, it is not as if someone had dug the trench. It could have happened to anyone." Sapphire tried to reason.
Aye she had been hurt badly. Three days later and her arm still ached, not that she let Tristan know. Her bruises had become more prominent rather than fade away, getting Tristan to listen would be a difficult feat.

Tristan scowled darkly at Sapphires words. His instincts told him it was no accident. The ground had been weak, aye, but the dirt seemed too soft. Naturally, if the ground were to give out, it would be hard and slowly, as the person walks along the earth, it would soften, until the person reaches the portion where the ground could no longer hold their weight, which was not the case with the ground around where Sapphire had fallen. The ground had been strong, durable. The only section which seemed weak was the one Sapphire fell through. And even then, he had felt the soil, it shouldn't have given out, nor should their have been leaves around the trench. Tristan also kept account of his lands, not a single piece of his land had seemed fragile, until recently.

"Tis could have been anyone, but tis was you who was injured, my lady wife." Tristan stated crossly.

Sapphire scowled at the use of the name. He only addressed her as such when he was angry or upset. Sapphire began to protest, not looking at Tristan, but rather the large bed, looking towards him world only weaken her resolve, and she needed to be strong.
Sapphire paused in her rant, silence met her words. Irritation surged through her. The man was deliberately ignoring her. After all she had said, the least he could have done was listen to her! She opened her mouth to speak, only to be cut off by Tristan's lips against her own. His sudden assault catching her unaware.