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Vayne shook with sobs, and Kys held him tightly.
Kys' heart ached for Vayne to the point where he wished he could take on his pain, feel it instead of him.
But there was nothing he could do for him besides hold him.
Barely a few minutes had passed when Tyris pulled aside the curtain, looking at them questioningly.
Kys shook his head slightly.
Thankfully, she nodded and left.
Vayne slowly stopped crying some time later.
Laying limply in Kys' arms, he took a deep, shuddering breath and looked up at Kys.
His eyes had a sharp, pained clarity. Kys had never realized how clouded they had looked.
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"I don't..." Vayne started weakly.
He closed his eyes for a moment, then said more firmly,
"I don't want to be here anymore."
Kys nodded, pinned in place by Vayne's clear blue-green eyes.
Vayne grabbed Kys' hand and pulled him along as Vayne swam back to the throne room.
Tyris looked up from the scrolls she was reviewing, a question on her face.
Vayne stopped in front of her and spoke, his voice steady.
"My mother was killed. By Amerle, at the behest of my father."
Tyris' eyes widened, but she didn't say anything.
"I hope you understand why I don't want to be the king anymore." Vayne continued.
"Abdicating at this point would be hard for the people. At worst it would result in a violent power struggle." Tyris said.
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