Chapter 248. Long Live the Queen

Chantel Raven

My gaze meets the blue eyes of a little older man in the crowd. He appears to be middle-aged, but the sorrow in his eyes almost makes me believe he is old.

He lowers his head and says something to me that I do not understand. Unfortunately, I never learned to read lips. I frown, but my perplexity immediately turns to rage when the flogger smacks me again.

"Would you get it over with?" someone in the audience yells.

"Are we beginning to feel sorry for the lass? That is a first," he laughs.

I smirk, "I suspect it's boredom rather than empathy. My deceased grandmother hits harder than that." My remark makes the audience chuckle a little. It was a falsehood, however. I'm not sure if my grandmother used to hit severely; she was already gone when I was born.

This really gets him going, as he brings the whip down harder on my back than previously. I believe he has crossed the 25 marks since his collea