Tiberius didn't know how to remove the Vow, or even if it was possible to do so, but that wasn't the point. He'd placed the Vow because he didn't trust her, and nothing she'd said during this conversation was doing much to earn his trust. She'd provoked someone into trying to seduce her, and she was protecting their identity from him now. She'd goaded him with the prospect of infidelity mere seconds ago. Maybe what she'd said was true, and if she died in a compromising position he'd never know whether or not she reciprocated, but the same was true without the Vow. Worse, he could go weeks or months with her cuckolding him without even knowing that it was happening in the first place. The prospect of anyone looking down on him for any reason was a rage-inducing one, but the idea of Antigone and her lover snug in a bed somewhere making fun of him for his ignorance over their affair made his blood boil.
"I put the Vow in place because your life meant less to me than my honor." His words were quiet and deliberate. Although he hadn't changed the amount of pressure he was placing against her neck, the scene had grown in intensity. "I won't remove it because that's still true."
"I put the Vow in place because your life meant less to me than my honor." His words were quiet and deliberate. Although he hadn't changed the amount of pressure he was placing against her neck, the scene had grown in intensity. "I won't remove it because that's still true."