Samlet's face was streaked with tears and snot, his body trembling from pain and cold and terror as Owain gripped his hair and stared into his eyes from just inches away. When he hid the truth or held back, Owain's fists pummeled his body, but when he told the truth, he was slapped mercilessly with the brass rings that made simple slaps almost as bad as the body blows.
He didn't know what to say to make the madness stop, but he tried his best. After all, he didn't really know why Lady Jocelynn cared so much about her distant cousin, but he could at least guess…
"Lady Eleanor, she... she saved Lady Jocelynn," he gasped out, trying to say something that would please the new Marquis before he struck out with his fists again.
