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Fashire picked himself from the floor, his face and clothing streaked with blood.
But aside from the bleeding, he appeared unscathed, brushing off the King's display of power and authority as if it had been something trivial. His gestures held power I hadn't noticed, and every being in that hall was aware of it.
The warmth in my chest curdled.
He had been on the ground, bleeding and nearly crushed.
And now he stood there like it had all been just a minor inconvenience.
What was the point of all that if he recovered this quickly?!
Fashire spat out blood and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Lady Dana and the woman who had spoken to the king glared at him as he braced his hands on his hips and surveyed the Lords in the hall.
His sharp eyes locked onto mine and my pulse quickened.
His lips broke into a crooked grin and he looked away from me.
