Fire rose from the inside of his stomach— anger.
It was his emotions regarding the girl who was the reason why he lost his slaves, his outlet for his lust.
“—that bitch!”
His face was dyed red in anger, his eyes were bloodshot.
The face of the royalty that he had to serve— of the princess, overlapped with the face of the woman he was on top of. Stafan gathered the anger building inside of him in his fist and brought it down.