ETAN
Letting Ayleth go, knowing what she faced for hours yet to come, knowing that she ached to be close to him instead, felt like tearing off his own arm and handing it to his enemies. Ignoring all the wide eyes and whispers, Etan stalked back to the other side of the dancefloor where Borsche was at the center of a cluster of nobles, entertaining some of the Rulers with sleight of hand tricks, and balancing feats.
Etan rolled his eyes and turned his back to stand, watching the dancers on the floor again until his friend was done and came to stand nearby.
"What happened?"
"The man pawed her like a beast and she was too polite to slap him and call him out. I reached them faster than her Knight."
"You were far too obvious, going in after her like that," Borsche murmured for his ears only.
