Vaelith exhaled through his nose, jaw tight. He had heard enough to know that the king was a monster.
"Elara," he said, her name was a command but he tempered it with a tone that almost sounded like pleading, "Look at me."
She flinched but obeyed, lifting her chin just enough for the candlelight to glint off the tears tracking down her cheeks.
"How many times?" His voice was gravel, the words tearing from him.
My Lord?
I said how many times did he touch you since you came to this place?
She trembled before answering
"Once My lord, it was one time. few nights ago
A growl rumbled in Vaelith's chest before he could stop it.
His hands curled into fists, knuckles whitening. One time was enough, one time was too much.
"Did he hurt you?" he roared.
She swallowed, her throat working.
