Flanegan looked tougher and bigger than Lance. But they had the same height. However, the high-classers had not been exposed to discomfort and danger while Lance experienced them every day. The closer his steps to the unjustly TOR, his rage subsided. Pity overcame him. However, something told him that he should be feared rather than loved by the people.
He disregarded the people around him. He heard only the noise that came from the equipment had ceased and silence filled the air, and only his boots against the marble floor were perceptible.
Flanegan was a bully. He initiated fear toward Lance ever since they met but now, Lance wore the face of a killer. Flanegan could not hurt him, Lance had been facing monsters outside the wall. What more than a spoiled brat, glass, and soft-skinned dude would do?
"Why are you treating them as slaves?!" Lance shouted, his eyebrows furrowed.
