"Because," he replied icily, "it is in my home and not a public place. And it is your game I am refusing to play. I invite you into my home as a guest, you insult me, you disrespect me, you make demands of me, and then I find you going through my things and caught in the act of trying to take things that most certainly do. Not. Belong. To. You.
"Save your sob story for the guards. I have no further interest in your lies, pig-skin," Emyr sneered before turning his back on her in disgust.