"Wear them." He speaks. A blunt tone.
As I look down at the metallic bracelets, I raise my head, my gaze steady on his face and that malevolent grin of his.
I take a large gulp of saliva, the sweat on my body multiplying even though the heat that the sun brings isn't much.
"How the hell am I supposed to wear that?" I managed to voice out, my eyes narrowed, looking down at the thick bracelet. "Look at it, look how heavy it is, I can't even lift it, talk more of wearing it."
Dinan raises his head, his tugging grin stretching, until his lips open and he lets out something that sounds like a low chuckle. He looks at me again. "Of course you can, and you will." He speaks, then hums, his brows relaxing, " You know, back then, when I was still training to become a swordsman, I had the same thoughts that you probably have right about now." He says, folding his arms and walking toward the bracelets.
