When she refused him Clay could feel his hospitality running short. He was quick tempered and her little snotty sttitude was starting to rub him the wrong way. He didn't even want her in that way but he was ready to tear that dress up and show her that she was a fool. However instead he gritted his teeth and slipped from the bed. One step after another were quick and it took him seconds to reach where she sat. He tok her arm pulling her up from the table, taking hold of her chin his green eyes glisten with distaste. When her words finally caught up with him. "You can pay me for faking your death?" A wariness took over as he released her, though his eyes never moved. He finally turned and walked away from her, but not before knocking her back into the chair.  "Do not play games with me girl. No Princess earns her own money let alone what I can get for you." He snarled, laying on the bed and turning his back to her. "Your games are getting old little girl." He pulled the pillow over his head and huffed.<br/><br/>How could a Princess know where such treasures were hidden? He would not allow himself to believe such a pathetic gradp as freedom. However he did begin to wonder why she wanted freedom when it hit him. Most Princesses wanted their father or to go home. He froze, stiffening as he realized that was not what this girl wanted. He sat up letting the pillow fall and those haunting green eye flashed back at her. "Why would a princess want to escape being a royal? Why would a King not want his prize gem back?" His eyes watched her as he came back from the bed, now at her side as his finger gently touched her cheek. He wasn't rough, in fact he was quite the opposite. The back of his finger traced down her cheek to her neck, where the bruises lay. His temper always ruled him, he wondered why. Clay understood being unwanted. Once hus father died his Aunt was less than kind to the poor fisherman's son. Clay hardly thought about his past but something about this girl seemed to take a spot in him. Was it pity? He gazed down at her and pulled his hand away. Izzy would have liked her. His little sister would have loved her brilliant red hair. He would have to visit Izzy soon. He had promised the little runt.<br/><br/>He picked her up withput hesitstion. Though svooping up under her legs and behind her back, rather than tossing her around. He laid her on the bed before climbing on with her. If she fought, he'd just hold her wrist, but instead of becoming furious he just took her blows.  "Settle down, little girl. I won't do a thing to ya. Just settle down." He muttered, closing his eyes. "What do you know of treasures. I can't just take you on a wild goose hunt. Can you even be sure that you know of what you are speaking?" He muttered to her, eyes still closed.