Confrontation [D8, EA]

[Caim Feyther]

His temper snapped and he let go of her arm, whipping his palm across her face, slapping her with bruising strength. His voice went icy cold with fury. "If this is how you're going to do it, you're not getting married. Ever."

[Alicent Feyther]

The slapped jarred her as her face was whipped to the side with his full strength. The sting brought tears to her eyes, and she could feel a deeper ache, making her wonder if something had cracked at the back of her jaw. She could feel swelling start already. She was shaking as she looked up at him, violet eyes large and horrified. "I gave u- argh!" It hurt to talk... she tried again, "You can't... I gave up... my studies to... marry... for the family..."

[Caim Feyther]

He caught her jaw and held it tightly to look up at him. His blue eyes had turned to chips of ice. "I can," he growled. "You're going to stay at Seawatch. Father and Bryen won't do anything about it." He uttered quietly. He gripped her wrist harder and brought his hand back to her arm, walking forward to force her to move back until the back of her legs hit the bed.

[Alicent Feyther]

Alicent winced as he moved her head around by her aching jaw. Her eyes went wide, now full of terror as she stared up at him and more so when he backed her up. She tripped on her skirts and feel back to sitting on the bed. "What...? LET GO!" She took a breath and tried to shout.

[Caim Feyther]

The cry was silenced a sharp snap and a sobbing cry from Alicent as her wrist broke as he pushed her back and whipped her over onto her stomach, a horrible pop as he didn't bother to be careful, dislocating her shoulder, as well. "Yell again and I'll break something else," he growled. "We've tried kindness and this is how your turned out. Sneaking around on your family. Maybe you've already parted easily with your virtue."

He reached down with one hand and removed his belt. "So I'll deal with you the way someone might deal with a recalcitrant child - with the belt."

/scene