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ll I watched as Gorvyn tied Cyrus to the post, yanking the ropes tight before pulling a whip from his coat. The whip dangled menacingly from his hand, its leather tip brushing the ground as he addressed the crowd.
âThis young Mongrel thought he could defy the Kingâs will by undoing the punishment I rightfully inflicted. So now, he will face double the lashings!â
The crowd was silent, the tension thick enough to cut. All eyes were on Cyrus, whose chest was heaving as he struggled to catch his breath after being released from the magic of the brand. His blue eyes met mine for a moment and I saw his resolve, mixed with a pain he wouldnât allow to break him.
âYour crimes,â Gorvyn continued, âinclude aiding that thief and using forbidden magic. Do you disagree?â
Cyrus lifted his head with a quiet defiance that sent a shiver through me. âThe only crime here is your lieâ calling Josiah a thief. Your kind are the ones stealing from our people.â
Gorvynâs face twisted into a snarl. âWhat the fuck am I stealing from you? You have nothing of value to me.â
Cyrus met his eyes, glaring, his lips curling into a bitter smile. âOur lives and our freedom,â he growled.
Gorvynâs eyes flashed with fury as he raised the whip high. âYour punishment is fifty lashes.â
Cyrus looked forward again, determination on his face. âThen, go ahead. Do your âdutyâ.â
My eyes met his as I ran up. I had to save him from this. I couldnât sit back and watch as he was beaten into submission.
But, I stopped in my tracks.
Cyrus's eyes stared at mine with sadness and determination, and he shook his head slowly, telling me not to intervene. The realization hit me like a meteor strike. I wanted to intervene, to shield him from the cruelty being inflicted, but his gaze held me back. I knew what he was doing.
I took a retreating step, my body weak with defeat. I watched, every muscle in my body tensed, as the first lash struck Cyrusâs back. His body jolted with the impact, but he remained silent, teeth gritting against the pain. The crowd flinched with every crack of the whip, yet no one moved to stop it.
âYouâre insane, you know that?â I whispered sadly, knowing he couldnât hear.
The lashes continued, each one ripping through his flesh and tearing at the seams of his shirtâ and my composure. Serf Seraphiel and I let out a whimper with every blow, and I could see the tears pooling in his eyes from watching the pain inflicted on his son. Blood was staining the wood beneath Cyrus, a grim reminder of the cost of defiance. Still, Cyrus refused to cry out. His silence was louder to the crowd than any scream.
Whispers of unrest rippled through the onlookers, their eyes wide with a mixture of horror and something elseâ something that tasted like rebellion.
âDo you see this?â Grovyn shouted, his voice hoarse from the exertion. His body was clearly tired and he staggered to the left, loosely holding the whip. âThis is what happens when you defy the King! Remember this well!â ll
