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Chapter 19

{tw://violence, guns, child abuse}
[Christmas special]

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"There you are, son."

The six year old prince walked inside this cold room under the castle and closed the door behind him.

That room wasn't foreign to him. He remembered all the countless hours he was forced to spend in here.

That didn't stop his heart from beating faster.

He stared at a man that was tied down to a chair, his human eyes wide in terror, his mouth covered by a black tape.

An image the little prince should be used to seeing by now.

Prince Canton knew he had to act strong. Not to let his fear dominate him. Not again. He knew what the consequences of his weakness would be.

He swallowed back the burning tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks and looked down, no longer being able to watch a person suffer in front of his very own eyes.

King Alastair grabbed at Canton's hair abruptly and yanked his head back with force, almost causing him a concussion.

Canton let out a small cry at that, his hand unconsciously reaching to his head.

"The prince of Ink Blood and the heir of the throne never lowers his head, Canton. Especially not because of a pathetic mortal." He paused and glared at the Merlot. "Look at him, he's just a piece of garbage. Useless. Those people don't deserve to live."

"They do, dad. They still have a soul. Feelings." The prince mumbled, his low voice barely audible.

King Alastair freed his grip and then threw a hard punch at his son's face.

The prince stumbled back and fell down with a small whimper, his nose now bleeding.

The king then proceeded to throw a kick against Canton's stomach.

Canton struggled to breathe for a few seconds after that. The moment he was able to take a few breaths again, he started coughing a bit of blood.

"Get up." The king ordered, his tone icy cold.

Prince Canton managed to get back on his trembling feet, a hand against his stomach in pain.

His eyes were watery and he had a small pout on his face, not daring to glance at his father.

"Canton!"

Canton flinched.

"Wipe that expression off your face, damn it! Be a fucking king"

Canton closed his eyes for a brief moment and when he opened them he tried to put on a brave face for his dad.

"Feelings are not for our kind. Not for royalties. That's exactly what's wrong with humans. They feel. We don't. Am I clear?"

The little prince nodded instantly.

"Good." He said firmly. "Now, since it's your birthday today, I decided to give you a little gift."

Canton's face lit up a bit at that. "A gift? For me?" He said, a glint of hope on his eyes.

The king smirked. "Exactly. Here." He handed Canton a brand new gun.

Canton's smile immediately fell. He took the gun and a small weight was added to his heart along with his hands.