Antonin wiped his mouth with his napkin, set it down next to his plate, and leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed to hear the rest of the story. Already she could tell that he wasn't pleased to hear that she'd left without him knowing. But, if he decided to make a big deal out of it, she wouldn't hesitate to remind him again that she wasn't his prisoner. While Oliver was still at home, she could understand his anger that she put their son in danger. Now, with him tucked away in the castle, the only person she really had to worry about was herself. Her husband could take care of himself. She only hoped that he would eventually get to the point where he believed she could do the same.