Bryn had told herself that when another person got punished she wouldn't go to watch. She told herself she'd simply...wait until it was over. But Alex was getting eighty lashes and Bryn couldn't stay away, no matter how unbearable it would be to watch. He was her friend and she would do no less than be there for him.
So she'd gone to the infirmary, and after finding Sycora gone, had helped herself to bandages and salves for after. Then, Bryn had gone to the executioner's block to watch, and wait.
Things were already in progress when she arrived. Clutching her things, Bryn watched and visibly winced with each lash on Alex's back.
That voice. It's familiar to her from the day before, and Bryn looks over to see Mads standing nearby. He's quite attractive, which to Bryn is a little intimidating. So many attractive people at this Keep. It's hard not to feel a little like the ugly duckling in the bunch.
To his question, Bryn shakes her head.
"I'm afraid not. I have been keeping to myself quite a bit lately...though I do know the man there who is..." Bryn says, then trails off. She had looked back to Alex in time to see him hit again. She winced. This was so incredibly difficult for her to watch, and it showed clearly on her face.
Mads didn't reply at first. He took a moment to wiggle his way into her head. It was a bit to sort through before he picked out the information he wanted.
"Your friend?" He nodded toward the man being lashed. Alex was his name, apparently. But mentioning that would give him away. So he would settle for information she would volunteer to give him. For now at least.
Bryn didn't feel Mads work his way into her head at all, or the deft way he plucked her thoughts from it. She nodded and looked away from Alex back to Mads.
"Yes, a friend. His name is Alex," she replied. "The headsman said that this was for the crime of murder and assault but he...didn't seem the sort to do something like this."
Bryn sighed, and knowing this would take a while, bent over to set the things from the infirmary down. She turned back to him and offered the barest of smiles.
"You're Mads, aren't you? I'm Bryn. We spoke earlier I believe?
Bryn heard him, but didn't want to comment. She already knew he thought her naive, and had no intention of bringing up the fact that she thought Alex's murders had been...unintentional. That she still had faith in the fact that he hadn't meant to kill anyone.
She watched with Mads, though Bryn found herself watching and counting the tails as it fell, than Alex's face.
"Very archaic. They don't do such things anymore in my world either," she replied, then swallowed as if it would push away the growing need she was feeling to cry as she watched.
She would never get used to how they chose to punish people here.
For a brief moment, he glanced to the side of him, to look at Bryn. Was she really going to cry? That was just a little pathetic, and he quelled the urge to sneer at her.
Instead, he put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "It is okay, mon amour," he said quietly, his hand dropping by his side.
Bryn was trying very hard not to. Really, she was. Her parents would be horrified if they could see her now. She'd been taught, no, trained to not be weak to such displays of emotions. She'd learned how to watch things like this and to keep her face perfectly still...and right now she was failing miserably. It wasn't as if her parents had included the proper response to witnessing public beatings and whippings.
The squeeze at her shoulder nearly undoes her, but Bryn swallows everything back and offers a small, smile. "I'm not so sure about that."
So she'd gone to the infirmary, and after finding Sycora gone, had helped herself to bandages and salves for after. Then, Bryn had gone to the executioner's block to watch, and wait.
Things were already in progress when she arrived. Clutching her things, Bryn watched and visibly winced with each lash on Alex's back.
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Or he could ignore her. That sounded like a better option.
Still, his curiosity got the better of him and inched over to her slowly so as not to startle her. "Excusez-moi, do you know why this is happening?"
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To his question, Bryn shakes her head.
"I'm afraid not. I have been keeping to myself quite a bit lately...though I do know the man there who is..." Bryn says, then trails off. She had looked back to Alex in time to see him hit again. She winced. This was so incredibly difficult for her to watch, and it showed clearly on her face.
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"Your friend?" He nodded toward the man being lashed. Alex was his name, apparently. But mentioning that would give him away. So he would settle for information she would volunteer to give him. For now at least.
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"Yes, a friend. His name is Alex," she replied. "The headsman said that this was for the crime of murder and assault but he...didn't seem the sort to do something like this."
Bryn sighed, and knowing this would take a while, bent over to set the things from the infirmary down. She turned back to him and offered the barest of smiles.
"You're Mads, aren't you? I'm Bryn. We spoke earlier I believe?
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When he speaks, his voice is low, perhaps it was meant for his ears only. Or maybe it wasn't. Who was to say really.
He sets his neutral gaze on the greens, eyes watching intently as the punishment continued.
"It is very...archaic, yes? I had only read about this sort of thing."
The old world was certainly filled with vile, beastly people. Not much has changed really. Mads was very glad he was better than they were.
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She watched with Mads, though Bryn found herself watching and counting the tails as it fell, than Alex's face.
"Very archaic. They don't do such things anymore in my world either," she replied, then swallowed as if it would push away the growing need she was feeling to cry as she watched.
She would never get used to how they chose to punish people here.
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Instead, he put a hand on her shoulder and gave it a small squeeze. "It is okay, mon amour," he said quietly, his hand dropping by his side.
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The squeeze at her shoulder nearly undoes her, but Bryn swallows everything back and offers a small, smile. "I'm not so sure about that."
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