((Well, that's gonna be an interesting surprise for Madara!))
Sajira was a master at being stealthy; so, even though they were pretty tangled up, Madara never stirred as she prepared to leave. Even the gentle kiss left him still slumbering.
It was long after Sajira had left that he stirred. Angered by a beam of light coming in from the thick over brush. He glared at the opening in his ceiling of sorts and took note to fix it. Then, something sank in. He look around and noticed Sajira was gone. Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his neck, then sighed. "Well.. I suppose that's like her.."
After all... he had disliked her because of her father's decision that ended his father's life. And, of course, the birthright and everything else. Who was he kidding to think they could maybe work out this betrothal.
He was played for a fool.