People say that to live is to suffer. Arkan could not agree more.
He closed his eyes as the stones were thrown at him. He welcomed the pain, anger, and hatred. Arkan did not even ask himself whether it was justifiable for him to be treated like such. He did not want to care about anything.
The death of Lyria had torn almost all of his heart, left him with nothing but a shapeless chunk that could feel nothing. For all Arkan knew, that chunk might have stopped beating right then.
He only opened his eyes when he heard the voice of a Tollyrian shouting injustice to Duke Frelie. There was logic in her words.
Why do you trouble yourself?
She kept shouting even when Duke Frelie's men dragged her to the c***k in front of him.
Stop while you still can, he wanted to say, but did not. The r
