The court laughed. I felt my face heat, but I kept my chin high."Is that your attempt at humour?” I asked, my voice sweet as honey. "A fae prince with a bad sense of humor is hardly a challenge."Ryker's smile faltered. Azriel's hand shot out, gripping my arm slowly, a warning, or perhaps a thank you. We curtsied and left the throne room. The court's reaction to me was bad. But their reaction to Azriel was worse. They whispered as we passed, their eyes cold and their smiles wicked. They called him "half-breed" and "abomination" and "the cursed one." They spoke about him as if he wasn't there, as if he was already dead.And Azriel just... took it.He stood there, his face expressionless, his shoulders straight, and let them insult him. He didn't argue or even fight back. He just absorbed it, like a stone absorbs rain.I didn't understand. I didn't understand why he stomachs it or why he even came.Later, when we were alone in the corridor outside where our chambers were supposed to
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