The man didn’t speak for a moment. “Well … I … ah … Honestly?”
Albert nodded.
“I was shocked.”
“Yes. The war did not treat my cousin well.” Albert lifted his goblet to his lips and sipped. “Lightning definitely ruined his face.”
Gerard held his breath.
“Of course, I am glad he survived. Praise to the dragon gods!” Lord Torrent paused. “Still, his face …” He trailed off. “It is such a shame. He was once so handsome.” There was a wistful, dreamlike tone to the lord’s voice.
“He was my first crush, you know,” Lord Torrent said. “So tall, broad, and brooding. I always dreamed of catching his eye.” He let out a breathy laugh. “Of course, he barely looked at me.”
“Now everyone can barely look at him. And when they do, they feel only pity or disgust,” Albert said, tone so casual for words so cruel.
Gerard froze as the words sliced deep into his chest. He’d known it, of course. He’d known what people thought when they looked at him. He’d seen people whispering. But to hear the words so clearly articulated …
Albert gave an exaggerated sigh. “He is going to be married at this peace assembly. I feel sorry for whoever it is he marries.”
Gerard stepped back from the balustrade. He did not want to hear any more.
His gaze skittered around the room. How many here had discussed his face in such a way? How many had thought the same things these two did? Did everyone feel only pity and disgust when they saw him?
His fingers on the goblets tightened. He straightened his shoulders, but he could not bring himself to lift his chin. He gritted his teeth.
I should not be ashamed of my scars! I fought for Draconia. I almost died for my kingdom. I did my duty. These are the wounds of a warrior. I should not be judged for them!
Still, he felt as if everyone stared at him, their gazes burrowing beneath into his skin. He lowered his head further.
He squeezed his eyes shut. And as he did, he could see, so clearly, that white mask with golden zigzags staring up at him. Clever fingers wove. They flicked. Then came agony.
He sucked in abreath and opened his eyes.
I am not there anymore! I am safe from harm!
Still, he turned towards the exit and began to walk. He wanted to get out of here. But someone stepped into his path. Gerard pulled up short.
No!Not now!
The lightning prince stood before him. “Good evening, Dragon Warrior.”
“Good evening,” Gerard muttered. He angled the scarred side of his face away. But of course, that would not completely hide his scars from the prince’s piercing violet eyes.
“Is one of those free?” Prince Elias asked in a smooth, light voice.
“What?” Then Gerard realised Prince Elias gestured to the goblets of wine. “Yes. You can have one.” He thrust it towards the prince. Wine sloshed over the edge.
Prince Elias lifted a brow but took the goblet. “How are you enjoying the ball?”
“It’s a … fine.”
Prince Elias’s gaze felt like it scorched Gerard’s skin.
What is he thinking? Is he revolted?Perhaps Prince Elias felt bad, knowing one of his compatriots had been the cause of Gerard’s wretched face. Was him being nice pity?
“I was just admiring the stunning gold-and-crystal chandeliers. They were imported from Voltaria. Did you know that?”
“I did not.” Gerard turned to look at them.
