[UDRAD]
At Zuhair's command, the floggers began committing their fury. The sound of whips was echoing in the royal square, but that didn't matter to Alanor, because as much as feeling a few strings here and there, he was a man bred in war, so a few whips meant nothing.
If he had wanted to be hurt, he could have asked them to use their swords, but Alanor could tell that Unar would never agree to that, even though their bond was a faulty one at the moment. But was it?
'That's selfish, my darling erasthai,' Alanor said, as he pouted at Unar, again.
The young king was having mixed feelings seeing his mate getting whipped. It made him want to go there and take the hits for Alanor, but he also knew that Alanor wouldn't let him do that. The man cared too much for him to let him be hurt before everyone else.
