"Do you have something to say to me, my lord?"
After grabbing Soren and leading him into his own tent, Lyric did not say anything.
Instead, a long, awkward silence filled the space.
He was irritated, though he did not know why and even though he wanted to say something, the words refused to come. And now, several minutes passed like that, making the situation uncomfortable for both of them.
All Lyric knew was that he owed Soren something.
Soren had helped him overcome the pain and misery caused by the cursed wound. Yet instead of showing gratitude, Lyric had humiliated and discriminated against him, he had even thrown a dagger at him and hurt him, or so he had been told.
He wanted, at the very least, to apologize and thank him, but his pride would not allow it.
He still hated Soren and saw him as nothing more than a commoner who had yet to reveal his true, ambitious nature.
