“Now,” Ren sighed. “In the coming weeks, when Carys is crowned your queen, I hope that you will remember this moment every time that you have to kneel before her. And I want you to remember the consequences of speaking ill of someone you know nothing about. I want you to look in the mirror, at your pretty new smile, and remember how unfunny your little joke was. Because next time, I’ll cut out your fucking tongue.”
