LUCIEN’S POV
Lord Vaelor didn’t stop talking.
“You want me to watch how I speak?” he said, his eyes trailing over me from head to toe with disdain in them. “Why? Because I speak the truth?”
He took a few steps forward before the guards could stop him. He was now a few inches away from me and when he leaned in, I could smell the sharp odour of old wine on his breath.
“Bloody faggot,” he spat.
His words echoed through the hall, each letter dancing over my skin and causing it to heat up. For a split second, everything went completely still. The guards were quick to react. They rushed towards us and placed themselves in between us.
“That is enough, Lord Vaelor,” one of them boomed.
But they were too late, the damage had already been done.
I felt something crack inside of me, something
