They whispered in town about him. They called him a beast. They called him cruel. They called him ugly.
People were repulsed by his face. They treated him like a deadly disease, avoiding him like the plague. They didn't dare talk to or in front of h...
Angelica walked behind Lord Rayven as he led them outside the castle. Even though she couldn't see his face, she knew he didn't want to escort them anywhere. She hated bothering someone who didn't want to help her.
Her brother left her side before she could stop him and went to walk beside Lord Rayven. He looked tiny next to him. Lord Rayven was a bit taller than she considered tall, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. She could imagine his strength just from how he strolled like he could walk over and destroy anything blocked his way. His tall legs made one step as long as two of hers.
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Despite his big frame, he moved with the same elegance as the other Lords. It was as if he glided across the floor.
"My Lord. I want to become a fierce warrior like you.." Her brother told him, almost jogging next to him to keep up.
Angelica held her breath in fear, waiting to see what Lord Rayven would say. She felt even more nervous when he ignored her brother and kept walking.
"His Majesty has allowed me to become a knight. Would you take me as your apprentice?"
Lord Rayven halted, and Angelica felt her heart leap to her throat. Before anything could happen, she hurried to her brother's side and put her arm around his shoulder. She glared at him.
"William, let's not disturb Lord Rayven. He is already kind enough to escort us home in the rain." Then she turned to Lord Rayven and smiled at him. "I am sorry, my Lord. He is very enthusiastic."
She swallowed hard, seeing his face up close again. Those scars were... horrifying, and some seemed even fresher than she had seen last.
It couldn't be.
He caught her staring at his scars again and looked even more resentful than before. Turning around, he walked away.
Angelica cursed herself inwardly before following him. This time he walked faster, and she had almost to jog to keep up with him.
Once outside, she opened her umbrella and pulled her brother closer to shield him from the rain. Lord Rayven walked in the rain without caring. His clothes were already soaked as he and the other Lords rode in the shower earlier.
He whistled when they were outside the gates, and his horse came galloping toward him. Angelica felt terrible that he had to ride in the rain while she sat comfortably in her carriage.
The rain was relentless and was followed by a storm. Worried, Angelica moved the curtain aside and looked outside the window. Lord Rayven was riding next to the carriage and didn't seem fazed by the wind or the rain.
"Are you scared of him?" Her brother suddenly asked.
Angelica dropped the curtain and turned to him. "No. Why would I be?" she asked with a frown.
