[KOSTA]
Igor knew they were watching him.
He had felt the eyes since the moment he had gotten off his horse and let Akila go with it to the shed where the barbarians always left theirs.
He knew it wasn't the easiest of things for him, and he understood that this was something that he had to deal with.
He could see the way their eyes softened each time he passed by a group of Lycans. The way that their hearts seemed to be breaking for him and the man he loved.
He could see the way they held him in high regard as he strode past them, covered in the blood and ashes of Grealor. None of them even needed to ask what had happened because everyone had heard it.
The screams of the wolves from Grealor.
The massacre had ended way sooner and faster than any massacre had ever happened in the realm.
He knew they felt terrible for him. And he wanted to tell them not to worry, but even he couldn't get himself to believe that.
He was doomed in love with the prince.
