Upset Or Jealous?

Arianna's POV

His words were deep, his words were soothing and calming to my soul. I remember trying to keep some distance away from him, all with the intentions of keeping myself safe.

I could tell that his actions were unintentional, and the way he grabbed my chin previously was fierce. But the look in his eyes when I cried out to him said different.

His hands were soft. How possible was it? He was one who ruled with an iron fist. This time, it was literal in the sense that those hands were powerful enough to break jaws, I was certainly an example of those who felt the strength hidden in his hands.

His looks were divine. Even in his anger and rage, his well shaped jaw and his light skin which looked smooth from afar and even close was tempting enough to make any lady fall for him. There I got to understand what made the women rush after him or drool at the sight of him.

His hands were also warm. This I noticed after I had cried out to him to ease my pain and he grabbed my hand with