Bluebell couldn't shake off thinking how Hiraan had become aware of this exactly at this moment. He hadn't complained while they were in the carriage, returning to the palace.
A fiery urge bubbled within Hiraan, tempting him to give a punch to Bluebell. But alas, he held back, knowing that any impulsive strike would rebound onto his own precious body. He loved his body. With his fists clenched and steam practically whistling from his ears, he stomped over to her. Yet, it felt like he was turning all that fury right back at his own face. He equally loved his face as well.
If he and Bluebell hadn't fought like warriors in Naimishi's room, and if their blood hadn't mingled up, he would be having a blast, romancing with the palace ladies. This wedding is a disaster in his life.