The malicious gazes directed at Kayden weren't helping matters at all—it was as if they had already condemned him before he even had a chance to explain himself.
Thane, of all people, just shifted aside, ignoring Kayden and his predicament as if he wasn't the same person who had threatened him a few hours ago. Great. Just great. His fateful end had finally arrived.
"I'm talking to you, young man! If you don't answer me, you'll be beheaded instantly," Gerald barked coldly, not even attempting to sugarcoat his words. The harshness in his tone cut into Kayden deeper than any sword.
Zolan, on the other hand, bore an intense gaze—hard and unreadable—as he eyed the slipper now perfectly fitted on Kayden's foot. How was that even possible?
