Jake

After a fierce fight with her enemy, the consequences of which were so severe that she cut her long hair, she returned to his palace looking like that...

He turned around, waiting for her to come into his arms and play with him as usual. She wasn't angry; if she had been, she would have caused a commotion before entering the palace, and he would have known. In fact, she was worse, and that's what he noticed when he turned around to look at her. His muscles stiffened, his spirit hardened as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water on him. He was looking at her appearance... her hair cut to her shoulders, blood on her lips, her clothes dirty... With great difficulty, his teeth clenched and his fist tightly closed, he said: "Who did this?" No answer, only tears streaming down her cheeks and her eyes downcast... and this angered him even more. He had never seen her like this before, and the idea had never entered her mind, nor had this image of her ever been so weak...

His hand was trembling as he waited for her answer, but she remained silent, frozen in place, and did not utter a word. There was a small table beside him with some equipment on it in front of him. He didn't even realize what he was doing when he grabbed it, and with all his might, he lifted it and threw it away. His voice reached everyone in his palace, so that a scream echoed from him: "I told you who did this." He quickly moved his hand over her face, his hands trembling as he stroked her face. He was looking at every inch of her face. He looked completely obsessed at this moment. He looked like he was about to start a war just from seeing her like this. "Don't cry, don't cry. Tell me who did this, even if you are the one who wronged him, even if you killed his whole family unjustly, just tell me who it is. No, no, please don't shed any more tears."