Will was a timid boy when he was little. He was sweet, a typical peacemaker among those shifters, who would love to brawl and talk loudly.
A decade of slavery didn't seem to curb that trait in him, though he was no longer as timid as before and became more outspoken, those years broke something in him, just like the others.
And right now, the way Princess Osana stared at him and touched him, forced him to relive the nightmare again. He was too disdainfully familiar with such gaze and touch. It suffocated him.
"My Princess, I will accept anything you give me that you see fit." Will balled his fists tightly, until he could feel his claws stab into his palms, in order to stop himself from murdering this woman. The very sight of her repulsed him.
