Damon closed his eyes for a second. The humiliation was heavy. He slowly lowered the divorce papers from his chest down to his lap. He raised a shaking hand and rubbed his face hard, trying to wipe away the blush on his cheeks. His hand felt cold, but his face felt like it was on fire.
"Take me back to my room, Kade," Damon managed to say. His voice was incredibly rough and tight. It did not sound like his normal commanding voice at all. He sounded exhausted and defeated.
He waved his shaking hand in the air to tell the other guards by the door to put their spears away. "Put your weapons down," Damon ordered weakly. "There is no attack. I am... I am feeling unwell. The journey was long. And call the doctor too. Tell him to come to my bedchamber immediately."
Camilla watched his face closely. She saw how red his cheeks and neck were. She decided to play her innocent wife role one more time, just to see how far she could push him before he completely snapped.
