Emrys was silent for a few moments as he thought about the offer Mir had given him. For the first three days he had thought of yelling at the other like he was being given permission to do so now. But the anger had simmered inside of him until it was mostly gone, leaving behind a horrible hurt.
"What you did was undeserved" he finally said, his voice soft and calm. "I tried to tell you and you gave me no chance to explain. What have I done since you bought me that you felt that you couldn't trust to hear my side? I've never lied to you. I've always been completely honest with you. But suddenly my words meant nothing. You automatically assumed that because I spend the most time in that room that I had to be the one to have done something."
He should have stopped there. But now that he had started the words just continued to fall from his lips, tears filling his eyes. He kept his head down, staring at the sheets on the bed. He didn't dare look up. Not now.
"You asked me after the party if I had preferred a Master like Lord Carrick. Do you remember? I had said no, that he was cold and uncaring. Sunday you were worse than him. You had been so gentle and caring with me until that day. Said the most loving things. And then out of nowhere you were down right cruel. Your words hurt me far worse than that belt ever could. I would have gladly taken a harsher beating that hear what had come out of your mouth. And now..Now I don't know what Master I have. At least with Lord Carrick I knew where I stood. I knew right off the bat what kind of being he was. With you...I'm lost"