"Wait a moment, sweet!" Diana protested, her voice still rather thick and hoarse from sobbing a moment ago. She reached to pull Matthew up by the collar of his robes -- a difficult feat, given that he had a good sixteen kilos advantage on her, and had he not been attempting to right himself, she might not have even managed to hoist him up! "What did you mean by that promise -- the one where you SWORE you weren't going to HURT ME like PAPA did! What do you know about that?"
Her face was flushed with anger at first, but that rush of blood to her face gradually faded, leaving her looking as pale as the small sliver of moonlight outside that night. "I mean, SERIOUSLY, who the HELL told you about THAT!? Not Papa, surely! It was a secret! A SECRET I KEPT FOR AGES!" She looked dangerously close to tears, again.