{Mark's POV}
My labored breathing was the only thing I could hear for a while, the noise from it resounding throughout the entirety of my head.
A figure walked towards me amidst the crowd, stopping just a foot from the rest of the other fools jeering at me.
I ifted my head to reveal the face of the stranger, meeting the gaze of the young Lord immediately. His eyes were clouded in disbelief, the very epitome of it.
Wasn't he supposed to be more concerned about my well being, why was he looking at me like I was such a disappointment?.
I shrugged, feeling the brunt of my injuries wear me down as I moved to stand, hoping he would change his reaction when I presented an explanation for what happened.
"Young master, I'm sorry it's just that he insu-"
"Mark, it's that all you've got?."
He cut me off without even flinching for a second. It was as if he didn't care what I had done but simply cared about what the results were.
