"And why should we listen to you? Do you even realize we are many and you're just one? With a single word, we could have you bundled and thrown onto the scaffold you just escaped from!"
The man who stirred the crowd was the one speaking, his voice soaked in venomous hatred.
You could practically feel the disgust dripping from his words.
"Maybe you don't value your life anymore? Or maybe you've got no family waiting back home? I'm warning you—get out of my sight. Step forward again, and you'll regret it," he barked.
As threatening as it sounded, the man still refused to move.
Then, with a bold act of defiance, he spat in Kayden's face.
A wave of pure disgust swept across Kayden's expression.
"How dare you!!" he shouted furiously.
But the man only chuckled.
"That shows how insignificant you are. Maybe you're just a fag warming the prince's bed. Nothing more than a royal whore—worthless and used," he sneered.
Kayden's teeth clenched in boiling rage.
