"Y-Yes," Isadora replied, keeping her gaze leveled.
She didn't know why, but looking at him right now would make her feel more nervous.
Her heart felt like leaping out of the confinement of her chest. The organ already had too much to handle, and now this? She might very well pass out from the stress.
Suddenly, the sound of his boot crunching against the snow alerted her. Isadora snapped her gaze back up and hurriedly moved backward until her back met the tree.
She turned to move, but his hand pinned on the bark, trapping her. The other was placed on her waist to keep her rooted.
"If you're going to be my wife…" He stressed the word so hard it felt like her head would spin. "At least try to look at me like one."
Isadora gulped. "How am I looking at y-you?"
"You look as if I've held you captive or something." He tilted his head, observing her more deeply. "Don't hop away from me, darling."
"I-I'm not trying to do that," she muttered. "But it seems like an option right now."
