"If you hit me with that stick one more time I'll-!"
A swift whap cut him off.
"Damn you!" Donncahd shouted, glaring at the girl who was waving a bamboo rod at him like some kind of deranged lunatic.
The woman glowered back, the stick held threateningly in her grip. "If you're going to act like an unruly dog, then I'll have to treat you like one."
"Who do you think you're talking to, wench?" The prince growled.
"Don't make me whack you with this again."
Donncahd was lying in bed, his arms crossed, glaring at her. "I will stand up!"
As soon as he moved to, she smacked him again. "No! Bad prince!"
"You will stop that this instant, wretch!" His red eyes narrowed. He was clearly unhappy with this turn of events.
She didn't care, smacking the prince again when he tried to rise. "No! Down! Stay in the bed!"
"Enough!"
The guards raced into the tent from the commotion.
His red eyes burned with fury.