Third person
Cealan did not leave. He made sure to sip down every drop of his tea, and by the time he walked out of the cold wing, Kelvin was too torn to cry out. His lips were badly bruised, his ass was so red he was bleeding, and still the men were not halfway through.
Cealan walked out, and Idris followed behind him. He had heard the noise, the agonizing cries, but he dared not ask questions. For the longest time, he had known Cealan was not the type to be curious about, for certainly those who had in the past did not live long enough to tell the tales of their discovery.
Meanwhile, the princes had all gathered in Prince Marcus's wing yet again. They all took positions. Some were too agitated to sit, but among the seven brothers, Rhett sat at the far end. Not too far, but certainly not close enough.
The room was packed with tension. Everyone was voicing their fears. Panic fully dominated the room.
