“I slapped a woman.” The statement ripped their eyes away from the sculptor and onto her. “Excuse me?” said Apoleia with the unusual expression of genuine shock on her face. “She hit a young boy for nothing and then tried to argue her case—rather boldly might I add—in front of the refugees who had seen it. She refused to respect my attempt at talking her down, which made me angry and ashamed of our kingdom, so I hit her in the face.” Titus smirked and then chuckled. Before a few seconds passed, he broke into laughter. Apoleia grinned. “They made you … angry?”
Then the ice melted, as her side of passion overtook the stillian. I think.
