★Nuel's POV★
"While coming, I had seen you checking the bow. I've heard the West are good with arrows. Why don't you show us a demonstration and perhaps a tip to get us becoming good arrow shooters, boy?"
Boy.
I swallowed. Boy. Boy. Boy.!!
Why did they keep calling me that as if I had no name? As if my existence began and ended with that one degrading word. Why was that the only thing, each person I'd encountered in Alpha Noca's court chosen to call me? Why act as though I was nameless? As though I was unworthy of being addressed as a person?
Why was he hell-bent on humiliating me?
My thoughts finally reeled back to the real question I should have been asking, the reason for the sudden irritation burning in me. It wasn't just the word boy. That was something I'd heard over and over since I arrived, something they'd branded on me the moment I stood before his council.
No.
It was the fact that he was asking me to do what I could not.
