Nalya

Rhaegar's eyes were burning with anger. He looked like he was about to kill someone. 

"Are you angry at me?" 

He shook his head and grabbed my hands. 

"No, Love. I'm not angry at you. I'm angry at your father and everyone who watched this happen?!" he growled, hugging me. I held him like dear life. 

"What did he do? Did he hit you?" Rhaegar's chest was rising and falling. I nodded, and he held me tighter. 

"What's his name?" I waited. Rhaegar would approach him and possibly kill Arlon William. Many rogues will suffer because of me. 

"I can't tell you because you will kill him," 

"As he...