His upper body was bare, bulging muscles visible to all. Many noble ladies liked what they were seeing based on their drooling expressions and insecurely glaring husbands.
Outrage erupted as if he'd just struck a hornet's nest.
"What kind of mockery is this?!" Veyne snarled, his knuckles tightening around his glaive.
"How dare you?!" Daron shouted.
Teral didn't yell this time around, but veins throbbed along his neck. His grip around the weighted chain of his mace shook with anger.
Their mother, the Countess of Vexmore, stood at the edge of the balcony. Her face was pale with humiliation. She snapped her fan open with a loud snap, but this time it wasn't for theatrics. Her eyes burned as she stared at the half-naked man below.
"How dare he show up like this…" she hissed, more to herself than anyone else. "This… this masked coward thinks he can ridicule us in front of the entire court!"
But Count Vexmore said nothing.
