Discomfort

1967 Words

“There, there, son. You're doing magnificent,” Queen Ruth whispered, a toothy smile that didn't reach her eyes, pasted on her lips. They were standing in the middle of the Delver's ballroom, the excited crowd surging and causing them to bow their heads slightly whenever an important member of society walked past. “Don't forget to smile. It disarms them.” Ruth added, taking Asher's hand and looping hers through it. Asher smiled and tried to do as he was told, pretending not to see the sharp distaste in people's faces as they walked past, whispering furiously to one another. A few girls snorted in his direction, while some snickered triumphantly. It felt as if everyone in the room were talking about him like he'd committed an abominable crime. Ugh. He regretted coming here. He should've lis

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