“My heart is with another.”
“Liar.”
“I don’t lie.” He squeezed his left hand, willing the ring there to swallow him up. Maybe he would upset his husband by crashing his day, but he would rather that than having to deal with another second of this.
“Who is this lover? How can she be fairer than I?”
“I never said they were,” he replied, not even able to feign his lover was a woman. He had known that Authur’s court with its mix of Roman Christianity and Puppillandian noblemen’s standards would be a ghoulish place to be for someone like him, but Electra had asked, and he couldn’t say no.
“You’re in love with a boy,” she hissed, her tone cruel and disgusted. She stepped away from him as though he were contagious. “My husband will have you executed for this!”
“I–” Jay tried to answer, but his lungs choked and suddenly, everything was gone.
Sprockets and Springes 