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12: I Cherish Thee

end of a three-part series.

warnings: angst, death, blood, homophobia, expletives, 10,000+ words 0_0

summary: a journal, a diary, personal, and important. above all, in a little book made from nature's young leaves lies his romantic fantasies and records about his dearly beloved.

how can a simple piece of item lead him to his very own demise?

it was fun editing that picture teehee

had a hard time writing this. can't believe it took me almost six months to write this. please refer to the warnings. when i meant death and angst i mean it. our fairy tale is over, and here's the aftermath. ))):

i will remind you once again if you feel triggered about death you can skip this chapter :)

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No individual shall tarnish the holy name of the country.

Shall one continuously perform actions, behavior, and manners that will taint the sanctity of Milram will face a lifelong sentence in prison or death.

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Do not follow your brother.

Follow your father.

Be like your father.

Be rich, be wealthy, and be powerful.

That was the dream, isn't it? To follow the giant footsteps his father embarked on the family name?

The Yangs. An empire established by selling lands, houses, properties. Sometimes, negotiating with hardworking middle classes, often kissing the asses of governors. Land for the Lady? Priced at thousands of pounds? Sold. Land for the governor? Oh, do not speak further! Sold.

Was he, Arthur Yang guilty of stealing lands off commoner? Perhaps.

But was he proud of his accomplishments in the industry? Absolutely.

Arthur Yang, royalty. Became a businessman fulfilling his family that built a legacy, in business, in power, and in the government.

It was similar to walking on shards of liquor barefooted, one must be polite in their wording, one must be composed to appear stoic. One must remain calm and composed during a meeting, a gathering, remain a gentleman if possible.