Tiberius released Antigone's hand as soon as the firey bands disappeared, so forcefully that he might as well have thrown it from him, like some disgusting thing he'd been tricked into picking up. He ought to have been pleased that the Vow had gone through successfully, but the lengthy pause before her acceptance of the fidelity clause was still leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

"You're dismissed, Antigone," he spat harshly. He'd deal with the question of her fidelity later; right now, he didn't want to see her.