Arthur struggled desperately in the mud, but the guard's heavy knee was pressed firmly into his back, pinning him down so that he could barely move, and the freezing, filthy water seeped into his mouth, mixing with the salt of his own tears.
He forced his head up with enormous effort, his gaze traveling through the thick curtain of rain to find me standing at the center of the red carpet.
I paused, tilting my head slightly, and let my eyes drift over the guard's shoulder to rest on the broken, pathetic figure sprawled in the mud.
His eyes were filled with nothing but pleading and despair, searching my face for even the faintest trace of the love I had once felt for him, or at least a flicker of pity, but there was nothing there to find.
My gaze was as calm and detached as if I were loo
