Aleksandra had hit a breaking point.  For the last week or so, she had taken Maleki's anger and frustration in stride, but she was tired of being his punching bag whenever he felt as if she had done something wrong.  And it felt like, no matter what she did, it was the wrong thing. The only time he had shown even a hint of kindness was after she had stitched him up and even that came with a judgmental edge. Now he was yelling at her for what?  Being kind to a prospective client?  How did that not serve the larger purpose of making money?<br/><br/>She followed as they headed into the tent that he and Tommen shared, but she did not immediately notice that Tommen had chosen to remain outside.  He likely saw the storm brewing and wanted to avoid any collateral damage.<br/><br/>"And flirting with his daughter was certainly a productive use of your time.  I was being kind. If you wanted to head back here without me you could have easily done so."  She snapped back, finally bearing her teeth after taking so many verbal assaults from him.<br/><br/>"You know, I understood when this first started and when you told me your issues after you were injured, but enough is enough. I could not have stopped my father from exiling your family. I was young, just like you. And I did not come here looking for you, I came here to ask for your father's forgiveness because that was who Storka told me to seek out. I've tried to be kind and patient and all you've done is tell me what a failure and nuisance I am..." Aleksandra had a very long rope, but she had reached the end of it. Storka had put so much emphasis on this alliance, but she did not care anymore.  She would find another way, she would find other allies who did not treat her like trash to be thrown away and discarded. Storka had droned on and on about how having a Todori accompany her was the only way to win this fight, but if this was her only option...She would find a way to win without him out of pure stubbornness.<br/><br/>"You can go fuck yourself...or the merchant's daughter, for all I fucking care," Aleksandra said, turning on heel and leaving his tent. Tommen was still outside, but he tried to turn and act as if he had not been intently listening to the entire conversation between them.  Aleksandra stormed off, heading for her own tent. She expected to find Storka inside, but the older woman was nowhere to be found, so Aleksandra simply paced back and forth, trying to burn off some of the angry energy she felt.<br/><br/>She had lost everything and he still treated her like she was some sycophantic, entitled idiot.