Horace Duval is a man of few words. He doesn’t need to talk too much when he’s the captain of the King’s guards, and he’s keeping to that well. Still, I can't help but wonder. “Why are you here?” My hands are shackled and my feet are tied, but I still have my mouth. I know what it is to be a man of few words. I am one, or rather Cain is one. I can’t remember any of what happened during those moments after I saw my eyes in Lyros’s, and it’s strange, this thing. It’s eliminated my cornea and iris. My eyes are like orbs now, and in that orb is a crescent moon. “It’s none of your business why I'm here.” “But you’re here for something aren’t you?” Captain of the King’s guard Horace directs a leveled glare at me. I smile back and notice the way he averts his eyes. When he turns them back to me, they’re filled with scorn. “Is it your habit to smile indecently?” I chuckle because Cain would rarely smile. Cain is the hurt one, the one in pain, but Fenrir can smile all he wants. “I ne
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