The rage in his eyes stopped and he loosened his hold on her, stroking her hair. Things would be better once she stopped fighting him. And if he had to discpline her as it ere to get his way, so be it. But for now...for now.
He merely kissed her forehead. "Come. You must be hungry," he said firmly, in a way that told her he was not to be argued with. Not right now. Not after he actually struck her.
"Alis has ensured all your favorites were prepared."