"Why would he have to convince her? He's a beast warrior. It should be an honor!"
Fenric's expression didn't change much, but his gaze hardened ever so slightly at that last sentence.
"Why do you think Arinya doesn't have a choice?" He asked. "She's picking a spouse, so of course it's up to her if she should accept me."
His words shut them up but there were still some who were skeptical.
Beside him, Veyra looked like she'd been stabbed, stitched up, and stabbed again. Her lips trembled—not with sadness, but with pure frustration, because nothing she said made him look away from me.
She looked at me like she could stab a knife in my heart and still play the victim.
She was probably thinking of ways to try and change Fenric's mind regarding me.
Well, I doubt she'll succeed.
Her voice dropped to a sharp whisper as she made one more attempt.
"Fenric… you're making a mistake."
He didn't even look at her.
"No," he replied quietly. "I'm not."
