The Grudge

She had been holding her head when he came through the door. The concern in his voice was too much. Tears began to form in the woman's eyes and she bit her lower lip. Everything was going wrong today. The buildup of emotion was too much. Now her head hurt, Rowan was here. He was seeing her cry. No one saw her cry. Never. She didn't cry.

Iolaire's throat was pinched as she held in the tears. She sniffled loudly before turning and moving towards her room. Her head hurt. A lot. She would have a nasty bump forming shortly. The food that she'd dropped lay forgotten on the floor, all hunger leaving with her anger and discontentment. It was rare for her to have a bad day, but dammit, this was a very bad day indeed.