Seeing his wife become a mess before him began to break down the walls he held up as barriers inside his mind. Reality was crashing down around him like a storm. No longer could a barricade of ignorance be employed.
Standing from his chair, he yanked the bottle from her and threw it to the ground, wher eit smashed into tinkling, twinkling tiny pieces.
"You've had enough, Duchess Allarrick..." he said, and grabbed her by the arm. "Many men wallow away on that bottle of piss, and I won't see my wife go to it on account of me." And here, he shook her, growing fierce as he remained over her as an imposing figure-
when another voice came out from the way-
"Allarrick!" His visor had just stepped int the room. And he pause to see.. " Why.. you and the duchess... are you quarreling? Pray, tell me this is not the day that-"
"VESRIK!' Calent snapped, hisvoice sharp as a whip, and bold as a lion and his eye, were like venom as they glowed in their rage and hatred towards the man while he felt more o fhis internal walls fall. "GET OUT OF THIS ROOM BEFORE I RAM YOU WITH MY SWORD LIKE A STUCK PIG! I AM TALKING TO MY WIFE! AND WE WILL TALK IN PRIVATE!"
From a man as quiet and reserved as Calent, his voice shook the walls and made all go silent. Vesrik stared in disbelief for a time before hesitating in a bow as he muttered, "I'm sorry, your grace." And hten he left. For a long moment, Calent's eyes bore into the door before he turned around, but at the sight o fhis wife, they softened. And there he stood, a fire crackling behind him- a tenseness in the air, and his wife- probably quivering- maybe not out of fear, but hatred, just a few steps away.