Im sorry. (1/2)

Zitao wince at both prince Yifan tight grip on his shoulder, and at the same time at his very terrifying glare. He frown up into prince yifan’s face, searching that he is just bluffing,and seeing none, resorted to defensive indication.

“l had no choice! What else could l do? You refused to take me with you!”.

“Pricisely, prince zitao, l refused and perhaps you would have been wiser to accept my refusal!”, at the tone of his voice like roughly crushed razor blades, that seemed to scrape at his nerve-end and adding the snorts coming from the knights, just made Zitao shudder with both fear and embarrassment. He was suddenly acutely conscious that he was alone in the depths of nowhere at the mercy of a prince and some knights the he hardly knew.

For once of the few times of his life he was filled with fear.

Anxious to appease them, mostly Prince yifan, he found himself burbling, “ l didn't mean to make you angry, l thought you would understand once l explained! “,

“ Did you, now?”, Prince yifan’s voice was sarcastic, “ Perhaps you even expected l might be pleased to see you, well, prince Zitao I'm sorry to disappoint you, but at this moment the one thing that would please me the most would be to wring your presumptuous little neck!”,

He meant it too, Zitao could see that in his eyes, eyes that continued to burn down furiously at him. He move his gaze to look at the knights that are just beside him.

All of them are looking down at him exactly like what prince yifan have on his eyes, eyes that full nothing but  anger, disappointment, and above all.

Hate.  That eyes, the same look, it all reminded him of the same eyes that look at him the moment he step out from the carriage.

He is not evil nor was his will.

All his life he wanted to be good, wanted to do good, and not even once did he think of doing bad stuff, but seems like everyone think he is tho.

Was he all along….evil?

It leaves him wonder that, is he what he think he is? Or perhaps here he do not critique himself with any.

He doesn't realize that he started crying, hard, until he felt that his mask are already wet from his tears. How could they just look at him like that? Zitao duck his head, making everyone around him to raised a brow.

Yifan was about to speak, but he  stopped when he feels that prince Zitao’ shoulder started shaking. Is he crying? His question was answered as he heard a sob coming from the prince. He blink once, twice and let his tight grip loose as he watch prince Zitao start bending his whole body, and, bow down in front of him.

“ Per-perhaps my will tranced me”, Zitao started with a sob, face barely touch the ground, “it seems more and more though that l see my action as innocent as my desire”.

He tried to stop himself from crying to lessened his already embarrassing state, but all in his mind right now, was the thoughts of  the wrong doings he did to receive this unnecessary hate he got.