Danielle meeting Aric for the 1st time:
Danielle had to keep her neck bent back to look up at this huge man who would be her husband on the morrow. A giant. And the man beside him was almost just as large. The breadth of her betrothed shoulders were as wide as the high back chair he’d been sitting in. He held her gaze and suddenly, Danielle wanted to turn and run, but she stood there, trapped.
She wanted to look away, but could not. She knew the moment he had noticed her. His mouth thinned. Danielle felt a rush of tears burn the back of her lids. His voice had gone through her right down to her toes. His disgust and anger clear in that single command.
She had believed she’d resigned herself to her fate, to this unwanted marriage. But she’s been wrong. The fear and hurt she had felt those many months ago when he failed to show, now came back full force. She had recognized unknown faces about the manor and known they were not of Gravane. These men had obviously gone back and reported to her betrothed what he was getting. She had known somewhere deep down inside that was the cause of what had delayed him in coming to claim her. She had been this way for so long, ignored it most of the time, but for some reason, this time she cursed the Gods for having so forsaken her. Rose’s words had come true. She swallowed the deep sadness. There was nothing to do about it now.
He had come. He had seen.
And by the look of fury blazing in his eyes, he must have realized too he’d no choice but to marry her to rightfully claim his lands. She had indeed gone from one hell into another. But this one for some reason cut through her deeply.